| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On Horsemanship by Xenophon: gallop in the act of turning to the left." See Morgan ad loc.
As an exercise, we recommend what is called the volte,[17] since it
habituates the animal to turn to either hand; while a variation in the
order of the turn is good as involving an equalisation of both sides
of the mouth, in first one, and then the other half of the
exercise.[18] But of the two we commend the oval form of the volte
rather than the circular; for the horse, being already sated with the
straight course, will be all the more ready to turn, and will be
practised at once in the straight course and in wheeling. At the
curve, he should be held up,[19] because it is neither easy nor indeed
safe when the horse is at full speed to turn sharp, especially if the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Philebus by Plato: thought; the Mind of Anaxagoras has become the Mind of God and of the
World. The great distinction between pure and applied science for the
first time has a place in philosophy; the natural claim of dialectic to be
the Queen of the Sciences is once more affirmed. This latter is the bond
of union which pervades the whole or nearly the whole of the Platonic
writings. And here as in several other dialogues (Phaedrus, Republic,
etc.) it is presented to us in a manner playful yet also serious, and
sometimes as if the thought of it were too great for human utterance and
came down from heaven direct. It is the organization of knowledge
wonderful to think of at a time when knowledge itself could hardly be said
to exist. It is this more than any other element which distinguishes
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: I was under bond to heal that weeping.
"O, try to forgive me!" I cried out, "try, try to forgive me. Let us
forget it all, let us try if we'll no can forget it!"
There came no answer, but the sobbing ceased. I stood a long while
with my hands still clasped as I had spoken; then the cold of the night
laid hold upon me with a shudder, and I think my reason reawakened.
"You can make no hand of this, Davie," thinks I. "To bed with you like
a wise lad, and try if you can sleep. To-morrow you may see your way."
CHAPTER XXV - THE RETURN OF JAMES MORE
I WAS called on the morrow out of a late and troubled slumber by a
knocking on my door, ran to open it, and had almost swooned with the
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