| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Daisy Miller by Henry James: "For a moment I hoped so. But no. I am sure."
Winterbourne listened to him: he stood staring at the raw protuberance
among the April daisies. When he turned away again, Mr. Giovanelli,
with his light, slow step, had retired.
Winterbourne almost immediately left Rome; but the following
summer he again met his aunt, Mrs. Costello at Vevey.
Mrs. Costello was fond of Vevey. In the interval Winterbourne
had often thought of Daisy Miller and her mystifying manners.
One day he spoke of her to his aunt--said it was on his conscience
that he had done her injustice.
"I am sure I don't know," said Mrs. Costello. "How did your
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Euthyphro by Plato: hardly be regarded as a general definition.
Euthyphro replies, that 'Piety is what is dear to the gods, and impiety is
what is not dear to them.' But may there not be differences of opinion, as
among men, so also among the gods? Especially, about good and evil, which
have no fixed rule; and these are precisely the sort of differences which
give rise to quarrels. And therefore what may be dear to one god may not
be dear to another, and the same action may be both pious and impious; e.g.
your chastisement of your father, Euthyphro, may be dear or pleasing to
Zeus (who inflicted a similar chastisement on his own father), but not
equally pleasing to Cronos or Uranus (who suffered at the hands of their
sons).
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: not see; it was lost in the clouds.
God said no more.
And I looked at the crown: then a longing seized me. Like the passion of
a mother for the child whom death has taken; like the yearning of a friend
for the friend whom life has buried; like the hunger of dying eyes for a
life that is slipping; like the thirst of a soul for love at its first
spring waking, so, but fiercer was the longing in me.
I cried to God, "I too will work here; I too will set stones in the
wonderful pattern; it shall grow beneath MY hand. And if it be that,
labouring here for years, I should not find one stone, at least I will be
with the men that labour here. I shall hear their shout of joy when each
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