| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Menexenus by Plato: excellence. The three dialogues which we have offered in the Appendix to
the criticism of the reader may be partly spurious and partly genuine; they
may be altogether spurious;--that is an alternative which must be frankly
admitted. Nor can we maintain of some other dialogues, such as the
Parmenides, and the Sophist, and Politicus, that no considerable objection
can be urged against them, though greatly overbalanced by the weight
(chiefly) of internal evidence in their favour. Nor, on the other hand,
can we exclude a bare possibility that some dialogues which are usually
rejected, such as the Greater Hippias and the Cleitophon, may be genuine.
The nature and object of these semi-Platonic writings require more careful
study and more comparison of them with one another, and with forged
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: simply that she had never before been so affected. She went all
the way. Mary and Cissy had been round together, in their single
superb person, to see him--he must live round the corner; they had
found that, in consequence of something they had come, precisely,
to make up for or to have another scene about, he had gone off--
gone off just on purpose to make them feel it; on which they had
come together to Cocker's as to the nearest place; where they had
put in the three forms partly in order not to put in the one alone.
The two others in a manner, covered it, muffled it, passed it off.
Oh yes, she went all the way, and this was a specimen of how she
often went. She would know the hand again any time. It was as
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: her face.
"What gold dishes?" said she.
"The ones your people used to own in Central America. Come
on, Maria, begin, begin." The Jew craned himself forward,
his lean fingers clawing eagerly at his lips.
"What gold plate?" said Maria, frowning at him as she drank
her whiskey. "What gold plate? I don' know what you're
talking about, Zerkow."
Zerkow sat back in his chair, staring at her.
"Why, your people's gold dishes, what they used to eat off
of. You've told me about it a hundred times."
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