| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from First Inaugural Address by Abraham Lincoln: The mails, unless repelled, will continue to be furnished in all parts
of the Union. So far as possible, the people everywhere shall have that
sense of perfect security which is most favorable to calm thought
and reflection. The course here indicated will be followed unless current
events and experience shall show a modification or change to be proper,
and in every case and exigency my best discretion will be exercised
according to circumstances actually existing, and with a view and
a hope of a peaceful solution of the national troubles and the
restoration of fraternal sympathies and affections.
That there are persons in one section or another who seek to destroy
the Union at all events, and are glad of any pretext to do it, I will
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Polity of Athenians and Lacedaemonians by Xenophon: either into enomoties (i.e. single file) or into threes (i.e. three
files abreast), or into sixes (i.e. six files abreast).[10]
[7] The {mora}. Jowett, "Thuc." ii. 320, note to Thuc. v. 68, 3.
[8] See Plut. "Lycurg." 23 (Clough, i. 115); "Hell." VI. iv. 11; Thuc.
v. 67; Paus. IV. viii. 12.
[9] See Thuc. v. 66, 71.
[10] See Thuch. v. 68, and Arnold's note ad loc.; "Hell." VI. iv. 12;
"Anab." II. iv. 26; Rustow and Kochly, op. cit. p. 117.
As to the idea, commonly entertained, that the tactical arrangement of
the Laconian heavy infantry is highly complicated, no conception could
be more opposed to fact. For in the Laconian order the front rank men
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: "Because I know!"
And now we are all scattered, and for many a long day loneliness will sit
over our roofs with brooding wings. Lucy lies in the tomb of her kin,
a lordly death house in a lonely churchyard, away from teeming London,
where the air is fresh, and the sun rises over Hampstead Hill,
and where wild flowers grow of their own accord.
So I can finish this diary, and God only knows if I shall ever begin another.
If I do, or if I even open this again, it will be to deal with different
people and different themes, for here at the end, where the romance of my life
is told, ere I go back to take up the thread of my life-work, I say sadly
and without hope, "FINIS".
Dracula |
