| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle: "Nay, fair little stranger," said he, "I like not thy name
and fain would I have it otherwise. Little art thou indeed,
and small of bone and sinew, therefore shalt thou be christened
Little John, and I will be thy godfather."
Then Robin Hood and all his band laughed aloud until the stranger
began to grow angry.
"An thou make a jest of me," quoth he to Will Stutely, "thou wilt
have sore bones and little pay, and that in short season."
"Nay, good friend," said Robin Hood, "bottle thine anger,
for the name fitteth thee well. Little John shall thou
be called henceforth, and Little John shall it be.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Theaetetus by Plato: SOCRATES: Well, and do you conceive that a man has knowledge of any
element who at one time affirms and at another time denies that element of
something, or thinks that the same thing is composed of different elements
at different times?
THEAETETUS: Assuredly not.
SOCRATES: And do you not remember that in your case and in that of others
this often occurred in the process of learning to read?
THEAETETUS: You mean that I mistook the letters and misspelt the
syllables?
SOCRATES: Yes.
THEAETETUS: To be sure; I perfectly remember, and I am very far from
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson: Out on the round of the sea the gems of the morning light,
Up from the round of the sea the streamers of the sun; -
But down in the depths of the valley the day was not begun.
In the blue of the woody twilight burned red the cocoa-husk,
And the women and men of the clan went forth to bathe in the dusk,
A word that began to go round, a word, a whisper, a start:
Hope that leaped in the bosom, fear that knocked on the heart:
"See, the priest is not risen - look, for his door is fast!
He is going to name the victims; he is going to help us at last."
Thrice rose the sun to noon; and ever, like one of the dead,
The priest lay still in his house with the roar of the sea in his head;
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