|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley:
political sponsors of their own workmen, it behoves those who cannot
have had their experience, to consider their opinion as conclusive.
As for that "influence of the higher classes" which is said to be
endangered just now; it will exist, just as much as it deserves to
exist. Any man who is superior to the many, whether in talents,
education, refinement, wealth, or anything else, will always be able
to influence a number of men--and if he thinks it worth his while,
of votes--by just and lawful means. And as for unjust and unlawful
means, let those who prefer them keep up heart. The world will go
on much as it did before; and be always quite bad enough to allow
bribery and corruption, jobbery and nepotism, quackery and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Cratylus by Plato:
It can hardly be supposed that any traces of an original language still
survive, any more than of the first huts or buildings which were
constructed by man. Nor are we at all certain of the relation, if any, in
which the greater families of languages stand to each other. The influence
of individuals must always have been a disturbing element. Like great
writers in later times, there may have been many a barbaric genius who
taught the men of his tribe to sing or speak, showing them by example how
to continue or divide their words, charming their souls with rhythm and
accent and intonation, finding in familiar objects the expression of their
confused fancies--to whom the whole of language might in truth be said to
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson:
But the eighth wrought with his lads, hid from the sight of man.
In the deeps of the woods they laboured, piling the fuel high
In fagots, the load of a man, fuel seasoned and dry,
Thirsty to seize upon fire and apt to blurt into flame.
And now was the day of the feast. The forests, as morning came,
Tossed in the wind, and the peaks quaked in the blaze of the day
And the cocoanuts showered on the ground, rebounding and rolling away:
A glorious morn for a feast, a famous wind for a fire.
To the hall of feasting Hiopa led them, mother and sire
And maid and babe in a tale, the whole of the holiday throng.
Smiling they came, garlanded green, not dreaming of wrong;