| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Vision Splendid by William MacLeod Raine: business that was swamping him. His excuse at least had the
justification of truth. His speeches had brought him a good many
clients and Frome was quietly throwing cases his way.
It was at one of these informal little noonday gatherings that
Rawson gave his opinion of the legal ability of James.
"He isn't any great lawyer, but he never gives it away. He knows
how to wear an air of profound learning with a large and
impressive silence. Roll up the whole Supreme Court into one and
it can't look any wiser than James K. Farnum."
Miller laughed. "Reminds me of what I heard last week. Jeff was
walking down Powers Avenue with James and an old fellow stopped me
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Historical Lecturers and Essays by Charles Kingsley: the outside of our so-called civilisation, even absorb a few of our
ideas; not merely that; but truly civilised men who will think for
themselves, invent for themselves, act for themselves; and when the
sacred lamp of light and truth has been passed into their hands,
carry it on unextinguished, and transmit it to their successors
without running back every moment to get it relighted by those from
whom they received it: and who are bound--remember that--patiently
and lovingly to relight it for them; to give freely to all their
fellow-men of that which God has given to them and to their
ancestors; and let God, not man, be judge of how much the Red Indian
or the Polynesian, the Caffre or the Chinese, is capable of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: after the retreating Knights of the Rose. One smote Wilkes upon
the head, knocking him down headlong. Another struck Myles upon
his left shoulder, benumbing his arm from the finger-tips to the
armpit, so that he thought at first the limb was broken.
"Get ye behind the buttresses!" shouted those who looked down
upon the fight from the windows-- "get ye behind the buttresses!"
And in answer the lads, scattering like a newly-flushed covey of
partridges, fled to and crouched in the sheltering angles of
masonry to escape from the flying stones.
And now followed a lull in the battle, the bachelors fearing to
leave the protection of the arched passage-way lest their retreat
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