| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Polity of Athenians and Lacedaemonians by Xenophon: with a smooth and smiling countenance;[6] let him not imitate men
whose fame is irreproachable, or he shall feel on his back the blows
of his superiors. Such being the weight of infamy which is laid upon
all cowards, I, for my part, am not surprised if in Sparta they deem
death preferable to a life so steeped in dishonour and reproach.
[2] See Lucian, "Anacharsis," 38; Muller, "Dorians," (vol. ii. 309,
Eng. tr.)
[3] The {khoroi}, e.g. of the Gymnopaedia. See Muller, op. cit. iv. 6,
4 (vol. ii. 334, Eng. tr.)
[4] {tes anandrias}, cf. Plut. "Ages." 30; or, {tes anandreias}, "they
must bear the reproach of his cowardice."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: verification of his cash balances, the municipal council has
negatived the proposal to call up further taxes from the whites.
All is well that ends even ill, so that it end; and we believe that
with the last dollar we shall see the last of the last functionary.
Now when it is so nearly over, we can afford to smile at this
extraordinary passage, though we must still sigh over the occasion
lost.
MALIE. The way to Malie lies round the shores of Faleula bay and
through a succession of pleasant groves and villages. The road,
one of the works of Brandeis, is now cut up by pig fences. Eight
times you must leap a barrier of cocoa posts; the take-off and the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: utensils, the polished clock, decked in holly, the silver mugs
ranged on a tray ready to be filled with mulled ale for supper; and
above all, the speckless purity of my particular care - the scoured
and well-swept floor. I gave due inward applause to every object,
and then I remembered how old Earnshaw used to come in when all was
tidied, and call me a cant lass, and slip a shilling into my hand
as a Christmas-box; and from that I went on to think of his
fondness for Heathcliff, and his dread lest he should suffer
neglect after death had removed him: and that naturally led me to
consider the poor lad's situation now, and from singing I changed
my mind to crying. It struck me soon, however, there would be more
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