| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson: nice as to the descent of his acquaintances.
Just in the door, he met Alan coming in; and the two drew back
and looked at each other like strange dogs. They were neither of
them big men, but they seemed fairly to swell out with pride.
Each wore a sword, and by a movement of his haunch, thrust clear
the hilt of it, so that it might be the more readily grasped and
the blade drawn.
"Mr. Stewart, I am thinking," says Robin.
"Troth, Mr. Macgregor, it's not a name to be ashamed of,"
answered Alan.
"I did not know ye were in my country, sir," says Robin.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Hiero by Xenophon: ix. 4; "Cyrop." passim; "Mem." III. viii. 10; "Econ." ix. 12.
[2] Lit. "delighting I in them and they in me."
[3] Or, "when I sought tranquility I was my own companion."
[4] Or, "in sheer forgetfulness."
[5] Or, "absorbed our souls in song and festal cheer and dance." Cf.
"Od." viii. 248, 249, {aiei d' emin dais te phile kitharis te
khoroi te} | {eimata t' exemoiba loetra te therma kau eunai}, "and
dear to us ever is the banquet and the harp and the dance, and
changes of raiment, and the warm bath, and love and sleep"
(Butcher and Lang).
[6] Reading as vulg. {epithumias}. Breit. cf. "Mem." III. ix. 7; Plat.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twice Told Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne: recalled his thoughts in the morning. But while he was thus
becoming assimilated to the enthusiasts, his contempt, in nowise
decreasing towards them, grew very fierce against himself; he
imagined, also, that every face of his acquaintance wore a sneer,
and that every word addressed to him was a gibe. Such was his
state of mind at the period of Ilbrahim's misfortune; and the
emotions consequent upon that event completed the change, of
which the child had been the original instrument.
In the mean time, neither the fierceness of the persecutors, nor
the infatuation of their victims, had decreased. The dungeons
were never empty; the streets of almost every village echoed
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