| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: seems very much pleased with ORDERED SOUTH. 'A month ago,' he
says, 'I could scarcely have ventured to read it; to-day I felt on
reading it as I did on the first day that I was able to sun myself
a little in the open air.' And much more to the like effect. It
is very gratifying. - Ever your faithful friend,
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.
Letter: TO MRS. SITWELL
SWANSTON, WEDNESDAY, MAY 1874.
STRUGGLING away at FABLES IN SONG. I am much afraid I am going to
make a real failure; the time is so short, and I am so out of the
humour. Otherwise very calm and jolly: cold still IMPOSSIBLE.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Polity of Athenians and Lacedaemonians by Xenophon: the Laconian heavy infantry is highly complicated, no conception could
be more opposed to fact. For in the Laconian order the front rank men
are all leaders,[11] so that each file has everything necessary to
play its part efficiently. In fact, this disposition is so easy to
understand that no one who can distinguish one human being from
another could fail to follow it. One set have the privilege of
leaders, the other the duty of followers. The evolutional orders,[12]
by which greater depth or shallowness is given to the battle line, are
given by word of mouth by the enomotarch (or commander of the
section), who plays the part of the herald, and they cannot be
mistaken. None of these manouvres presents any difficulty whatsoever
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: "Alasco must then do his part," he said. "Sickness must serve
her Majesty as an excuse for not receiving the homage of Mrs.
Varney--ay, and a sore and wasting sickness it may prove, should
Elizabeth continue to cast so favourable an eye on my Lord of
Leicester. I will not forego the chance of being favourite of a
monarch for want of determined measures, should these be
necessary. Forward, good horse, forward--ambition and haughty
hope of power, pleasure, and revenge strike their stings as deep
through my bosom as I plunge the rowels in thy flanks. On, good
horse, on--the devil urges us both forward!"
CHAPTER XXII.
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