|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Inland Voyage by Robert Louis Stevenson:
moment in the portico, hat in hand, and with an urbane demeanour.
It is best, in such circumstances, to represent a delicate shade of
manner between humility and superiority: as if the book had been
written by some one else, and you had merely run over it and
inserted what was good. But for my part I have not yet learned the
trick to that perfection; I am not yet able to dissemble the warmth
of my sentiments towards a reader; and if I meet him on the
threshold, it is to invite him in with country cordiality.
To say truth, I had no sooner finished reading this little book in
proof, than I was seized upon by a distressing apprehension. It
occurred to me that I might not only be the first to read these
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Statesman by Plato:
best, but what is possible.
d. Law is the first principle of society, but it cannot supply all the
wants of society, and may easily cause more evils than it cures. Plato is
aware of the imperfection of law in failing to meet the varieties of
circumstances: he is also aware that human life would be intolerable if
every detail of it were placed under legal regulation. It may be a great
evil that physicians should kill their patients or captains cast away their
ships, but it would be a far greater evil if each particular in the
practice of medicine or seamanship were regulated by law. Much has been
said in modern times about the duty of leaving men to themselves, which is
supposed to be the best way of taking care of them. The question is often
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young:
have learned it at home!''
And Sister Angela and Sister Theckla came into the room and they
said: ``See, now, what you have done to the windows!''
Sure enough, when the little girls looked at the windows the glass
was all dim and blurred with little damp finger-prints!
* * *
It was one day as the sun shone as it did shine most days, that the
same little girl who knew how to sing that song when it rained was
running on the shell-bordered walk, holding Bessie Bell's hand and