| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Phaedo by Plato: Very true, he said.
Suppose, he said, that we endeavour, if possible, to determine what these
are.
By all means.
Are they not, Cebes, such as compel the things of which they have
possession, not only to take their own form, but also the form of some
opposite?
What do you mean?
I mean, as I was just now saying, and as I am sure that you know, that
those things which are possessed by the number three must not only be three
in number, but must also be odd.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: still on a high stone, detaching himself in dead black on the glitter
of the sky.
"Where are you going to?" he called, roughly.
She answered, "Home!" and watched him intensely. He made a striding,
clumsy leap on to another boulder, and stopped again, balancing
himself, then said--
"Ha! ha! Well, I am going with you. It's the least I can do. Ha! ha!
ha!"
She stared at him till her eyes seemed to become glowing coals that
burned deep into her brain, and yet she was in mortal fear of making
out the well-known features. Below her the sea lapped softly against
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott: Craigengelt. They were seated on either side of the huge
sepulchral-looking freestone chimney in the low hall at
Girnington. A wood fire blazed merrily in the grate; a round
oaken table, placed between them, supported a stoup of excellent
claret, two rummer glasses, and other good cheer; and yet, with
all these appliances and means to boot, the countenance of the
patron was dubious, doubtful, and unsatisfied, while the
invention of his dependant was taxed to the utmost to parry what
he most dreaded, a fit, as he called it, of the sullens, on the
part of his protector. After a long pause, only interrupted by
the devil's tattoo, which Bucklaw kept beating against the hearth
The Bride of Lammermoor |
