|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from La Grande Breteche by Honore de Balzac:
weathercock, and the creaking sounded like a cry from the house, at
the very moment when I was finishing a gloomy drama to account for
this monumental embodiment of woe. I returned to my inn, lost in
gloomy thoughts. When I had supped, the hostess came into my room with
an air of mystery, and said, 'Monsieur, here is Monsieur Regnault.'
" 'Who is Monsieur Regnault?'
" 'What, sir, do you not know Monsieur Regnault?--Well, that's odd,'
said she, leaving the room.
"On a sudden I saw a man appear, tall, slim, dressed in black, hat in
hand, who came in like a ram ready to butt his opponent, showing a
receding forehead, a small pointed head, and a colorless face of the
La Grande Breteche
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Protagoras by Plato:
about politics, and also that they deem virtue to be capable of being
taught and acquired.
There yet remains one difficulty which has been raised by you about the
sons of good men. What is the reason why good men teach their sons the
knowledge which is gained from teachers, and make them wise in that, but do
nothing towards improving them in the virtues which distinguish themselves?
And here, Socrates, I will leave the apologue and resume the argument.
Please to consider: Is there or is there not some one quality of which all
the citizens must be partakers, if there is to be a city at all? In the
answer to this question is contained the only solution of your difficulty;
there is no other. For if there be any such quality, and this quality or
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ivanhoe by Walter Scott:
Front-de-Buf, De Bracy, and the Templar; and
yet we have gone too far to recede with safety.''
Prince John struck his forehead with impatience,
and then began to stride up and down the apartment.
``The villains,'' he said, ``the base treacherous
villains, to desert me at this pinch!''
``Nay, say rather the feather-pated giddy madmen,''
said Waldemar, ``who must be toying with
follies when such business was in hand.''
``What is to be done?'' said the Prince, stopping
short before Waldemar.