|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Protagoras by Plato:
Protagoras, has won the day.
But is Socrates serious in maintaining (1) that virtue cannot be taught;
(2) that the virtues are one; (3) that virtue is the knowledge of pleasures
and pains present and future? These propositions to us have an appearance
of paradox--they are really moments or aspects of the truth by the help of
which we pass from the old conventional morality to a higher conception of
virtue and knowledge. That virtue cannot be taught is a paradox of the
same sort as the profession of Socrates that he knew nothing. Plato means
to say that virtue is not brought to a man, but must be drawn out of him;
and cannot be taught by rhetorical discourses or citations from the poets.
The second question, whether the virtues are one or many, though at first
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne:
and supple bark for the work. Now the last storm had brought down a number
of large birch-trees, the bark of which would be perfectly suited for their
purpose. Some of these trees lay on the ground, and they had only to be
barked, which was the most difficult thing of all, owing to the imperfect
tools which the settlers possessed. However, they overcame all
While the sailor, seconded by the engineer, thus occupied himself without
losing an hour, Gideon Spilett and Herbert were not idle.
They were made purveyors to the colony. The reporter could not but admire
the boy, who had acquired great skill in handling the bow and spear.
Herbert also showed great courage and much of that presence of mind which
The Mysterious Island
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Pellucidar by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
My opponent was large, but he also was active and
no mean knife-man. He caught me once fairly in the
shoulder--I carry the scar yet, and shall carry it to
the grave. And then he did a foolish thing, for as I
leaped back to gain a second in which to calm the
shock of the wound he rushed after me and tried to
clinch. He rather neglected his knife for the moment
in his greater desire to get his hands on me. Seeing
the opening, I swung my left fist fairly to the point
of his jaw.
Down he went. Before ever he could scramble up