|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lysis by Plato:
Whereupon he blushed more and more.
Ctesippus said: I like to see you blushing, Hippothales, and hesitating to
tell Socrates the name; when, if he were with you but for a very short
time, you would have plagued him to death by talking about nothing else.
Indeed, Socrates, he has literally deafened us, and stopped our ears with
the praises of Lysis; and if he is a little intoxicated, there is every
likelihood that we may have our sleep murdered with a cry of Lysis. His
performances in prose are bad enough, but nothing at all in comparison with
his verse; and when he drenches us with his poems and other compositions,
it is really too bad; and worse still is his manner of singing them to his
love; he has a voice which is truly appalling, and we cannot help hearing
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout:
movement in the water of the lake. It was as though an immense
trout had leaped and split the surface. This was repeated several
times, and was followed by a rhythmic sound like the regular splash
of many oars. Then silence.
I peered intently forth from my corner in the recess, but
could see nothing, and finally gave it up.
As the minutes passed by my discomfort increased and stiffness
began to take my joints. I realized the necessity of motion, but
lacked the will, and sat in a sort of dumb, miserable apathy.
This, I should say, for an hour; then I saw something that roused
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lysis by Plato:
Then the good alone is the friend of that only which is neither good nor
That may be assumed to be certain.
And does not this seem to put us in the right way? Just remark, that the
body which is in health requires neither medical nor any other aid, but is
well enough; and the healthy man has no love of the physician, because he
is in health.
He has none.
But the sick loves him, because he is sick?
And sickness is an evil, and the art of medicine a good and useful thing?