| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Sportsman by Xenophon: [44] i.e. "its eyes are not rested, because it sleeps with them open."
[45] i.e. "it goes so quick, that before it can notice what the
particular object is, it must avert its gaze to the next, and then
the next, and so on."
The alarm, too, of those hounds for ever at its heels pursuing
combines with everything[46] to rob the creature of all prescience; so
that for this reason alone it will run its head into a hundred dangers
unawares, and fall into the toils. If it held on its course
uphill,[47] it would seldom meet with such a fate; but now, through
its propensity to circle round and its attachment to the place where
it was born and bred, it courts destruction. Owing to its speed it is
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Menexenus by Plato: one another out of malice or enmity, but they were unfortunate. And that
such was the fact we ourselves are witnesses, who are of the same race with
them, and have mutually received and granted forgiveness of what we have
done and suffered. After this there was perfect peace, and the city had
rest; and her feeling was that she forgave the barbarians, who had severely
suffered at her hands and severely retaliated, but that she was indignant
at the ingratitude of the Hellenes, when she remembered how they had
received good from her and returned evil, having made common cause with the
barbarians, depriving her of the ships which had once been their salvation,
and dismantling our walls, which had preserved their own from falling. She
thought that she would no longer defend the Hellenes, when enslaved either
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Margret Howth: A Story of To-day by Rebecca Harding Davis: road. Once, looking at the girl, she thought with a half smile
how oddly clean she was. The flannel skirt she arranged so
complacently had been washed until the colours had run madly into
each other in sheer desperation; her hair was knotted with
relentless tightness into a comb such as old women wear. The
very cart, patched as it was, had a snug, cosy look; the masses
of vegetables, green and crimson and scarlet, were heaped with a
certain reference to the glow of colour, Margret noticed,
wondering if it were accidental. Looking up, she saw the girl's
brown eyes fixed on her face. They were singularly soft,
brooding brown.
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