| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Odyssey by Homer: bulls to Poseidon, for joy that we had measured out so
great a stretch of sea. It was the fourth day when the
company of Diomede son of Tydeus, tamer of horses, moored
their gallant ships at Argos; but I held on for Pylos, and
the breeze was never quenched from the hour that the god
sent it forth to blow. Even so I came, dear child, without
tidings, nor know I aught of those others, which of the
Achaeans were saved and which were lost. But all that I
hear tell of as I sit in our halls, thou shalt learn as it
is meet, and I will hide nothing from thee. Safely, they
say, came the Myrmidons the wild spearsmen, whom the famous
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Democracy In America, Volume 1 by Alexis de Toqueville: Indians remaining. (See Legislative Documents, 20th Congress,
No. 117, p. 90.) [The decrease in now far greater, and is verging
on extinction. See page 360 of this volume.]]
When the Indians were the sole inhabitants of the wilds from
whence they have since been expelled, their wants were few.
Their arms were of their own manufacture, their only drink was
the water of the brook, and their clothes consisted of the skins
of animals, whose flesh furnished them with food.
The Europeans introduced amongst the savages of North
America fire-arms, ardent spirits, and iron: they taught them to
exchange for manufactured stuffs, the rough garments which had
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: 'I can't do with that,' he said; 'it's not high enough.'
Catherine brought another to lay above it.
'That's too high,' murmured the provoking thing.
'How must I arrange it, then?' she asked despairingly.
He twined himself up to her, as she half knelt by the settle, and
converted her shoulder into a support.
'No, that won't do,' I said. 'You'll be content with the cushion,
Master Heathcliff. Miss has wasted too much time on you already:
we cannot remain five minutes longer.'
'Yes, yes, we can!' replied Cathy. 'He's good and patient now.
He's beginning to think I shall have far greater misery than he
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