| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Memorabilia by Xenophon: us. For how long a time could the corn supplies from the country
districts support the city? how much is requisite for a single year,
so that the city may not run short of this prime necessary, before you
are well aware; but on the contrary you with your full knowledge will
be in a position to give advice on so vital a question, to the aid or
may be the salvation of your country?
It is a colossal business this (Glaucon answered), if I am to be
obliged to give attention to all these details.
Soc. On the other hand, a man could not even manage his own house or
his estate well, without, in the first place, knowing what he
requires, and, in the second place, taking pains, item by item, to
The Memorabilia |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: now she believes that I will lose my soul altogether unless I take
some steps to save it. Well, I have no particular taste that way.
I suppose it is annoying to have a sister going fast to eternal
perdition, but there are compensations. The funniest thing is that
it's Therese, I believe, who managed to keep me out of the
Presbytery when I went out of my way to look in on them on my
return from my visit to the Quartel Real last year. I couldn't
have stayed much more than half an hour with them anyway, but still
I would have liked to get over the old doorstep. I am certain that
Therese persuaded my uncle to go out and meet me at the bottom of
the hill. I saw the old man a long way off and I understood how it
The Arrow of Gold |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: old woman whom she passed in the outer room that she was going to
evening prayer, she left the house.
Meanwhile her father had reached once more the laboratory, where
he found the accomplices of his intended guilt. "Has the sweet
bird sipped?" said Varney, with half a smile; while the
astrologer put the same question with his eyes, but spoke not a
word.
"She has not, nor she shall not from my hands," replied Foster;
"would you have me do murder in my daughter's presence?"
"Wert thou not told, thou sullen and yet faint-hearted slave,"
answered Varney, with bitterness, "that no MURDER as thou callest
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