| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Plutarch's Lives by A. H. Clough: husband, embracing him with her arms, and having her two little
children beside her. All men were full of wonder at the piety
and tender affection of the young woman, who, pointing to her
robes and her hair, both alike neglected and unattended to, said
to Leonidas, "I am not brought, my father, to this condition you
see me in, on account of the present misfortunes of Cleombrotus;
my mourning habit is long since familiar to me. It was put on
to condole with you in your banishment; and now you are restored
to your country, and to your kingdom, must I still remain in
grief and misery? Or would you have me attired in my royal
ornaments, that I may rejoice with you, when you have killed,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Walking by Henry David Thoreau: "'From what part of the world have you come?' As if these vast
and fertile regions would naturally be the place of meeting and
common country of all the inhabitants of the globe."
To use an obsolete Latin word, I might say, Ex Oriente lux; ex
Occidente FRUX. From the East light; from the West fruit.
Sir Francis Head, an English traveler and a Governor-General of
Canada, tells us that "in both the northern and southern
hemispheres of the New World, Nature has not only outlined her
works on a larger scale, but has painted the whole picture with
brighter and more costly colors than she used in delineating and
in beautifying the Old World.... The heavens of America appear
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from La Grenadiere by Honore de Balzac: would fill with tears.
"Mother, why are you crying?" Louis asked one balmy June evening, just
as the twilight of a soft-lit night succeeded to a hot day.
Deeply moved by his trouble, she put her arm about the child's neck
and drew him to her.
"Because, my boy, the lot of Jameray Duval, the poor and friendless
lad who succeeded at last, will be your lot, yours and your brother's,
and I have brought it upon you. Before very long, dear child, you will
be alone in the world, with no one to help or befriend you. While you
are still children, I shall leave you, and yet, if only I could wait
till you are big enough and know enough to be Marie's guardian! But I
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