|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Parmenides by Plato:
and neither' Eristic had been subjected to a similar criticism, which there
takes the form of banter and irony, here of illustration.
The attack upon the Ideas is resumed in the Philebus, and is followed by a
return to a more rational philosophy. The perplexity of the One and Many
is there confined to the region of Ideas, and replaced by a theory of
classification; the Good arranged in classes is also contrasted with the
barren abstraction of the Megarians. The war is carried on against the
Eristics in all the later dialogues, sometimes with a playful irony, at
other times with a sort of contempt. But there is no lengthened refutation
of them. The Parmenides belongs to that stage of the dialogues of Plato in
which he is partially under their influence, using them as a sort of
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from When a Man Marries by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
picked up, to have had to explain how I got it, to see them try
to ignore my picture pasted in it--oh, it was impossible! I put
my foot over it.
"Drop something?" Dallas asked perfunctorily, rising. Flannigan
was still half kneeling.
"A fork," I said, as easily as I could, and the conversation went
on. But Flannigan knew, and I knew he knew. He watched my every
movement like a hawk after that, standing just behind my chair. I
dropped my useless napkin, to have it whirled up before it
reached the floor. I said to Betty that my shoe buckle was loose,
and actually got the watch in my hand, only to let it slip at the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell:
and I began to hate him; he wanted to make me afraid of him,
but I was too high-mettled for that, and one day when he had aggravated me
more than usual I bit him, which of course put him in a great rage,
and he began to hit me about the head with a riding whip.
After that he never dared to come into my stall again;
either my heels or my teeth were ready for him, and he knew it.
I was quite quiet with my master, but of course he listened
to what the man said, and so I was sold again.
"The same dealer heard of me, and said he thought he knew one place
where I should do well. `'Twas a pity,' he said, `that such a fine horse
should go to the bad, for want of a real good chance,' and the end of it was