| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Polity of Athenians and Lacedaemonians by Xenophon: him.[1] The polemarchs mess with him and share his quarters, so that
by dint of constant intercourse they may be all the better able to
consult in common in case of need. Besides the polemarch three other
members of the peers[2] share the royal quarters, mess, etc. The duty
of these is to attend to all matters of commisariat,[3] in order that
the king and the rest may have unbroken leisure to attend to affairs
of actual warfare.
[1] I.e. "the Thirty." See "Ages." i. 7; "Hell." III. iv. 2; Plut.
"Ages." 6 (Clough, iv. 6); Aristot. "Pol." ii. 9, 29.
[2] For these {oi omoioi}, see "Cyrop." I. v. 5; "Hell." III. iii. 5.
[3] Lit. "supplies and necessaries."
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Travels and Researches in South Africa by Dr. David Livingstone: the original was typed in (manually) twice and electronically compared.
[Note on text: Italicized words or phrases are CAPITALIZED.
Some obvious errors have been corrected.]
Missionary Travels and Researches in South Africa.
Also called, Travels and Researches in South Africa;
or, Journeys and Researches in South Africa.
By David Livingstone [British (Scot) Missionary and Explorer--1813-1873.]
David Livingstone was born in Scotland, received his medical degree
from the University of Glasgow, and was sent to South Africa
by the London Missionary Society. Circumstances led him to try to meet
the material needs as well as the spiritual needs of the people he went to,
|
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis: Still rob her early cherry-trees. . . .
I wonder, if I went there now,
How everything would seem, and how--
But no! not now; there is no way
Back to the Land of Yesterday.
OCTOBER
CEASE to call him sad and sober,
Merriest of months, October!
Patron of the bursting bins,
Reveler in wayside inns,
I can nowhere find a trace
|
