| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Statesman by Plato: windings, the term 'Sophist' comes home to them.
And now enough of centaurs and satyrs: the play is ended, and they may
quit the political stage. Still there remain some other and better
elements, which adhere to the royal science, and must be drawn off in the
refiner's fire before the gold can become quite pure. The arts of the
general, the judge, and the orator, will have to be separated from the
royal art; when the separation has been made, the nature of the king will
be unalloyed. Now there are inferior sciences, such as music and others;
and there is a superior science, which determines whether music is to be
learnt or not, and this is different from them, and the governor of them.
The science which determines whether we are to use persuasion, or not, is
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran: call, or profit you, or harm?'
They said, 'No; but we found our, fathers doing thus.' He said,
'Have ye considered what ye have been serving, ye and your fathers
before you? Verily, they are foes to me, save only the Lord of the
worlds, who created me and guides me, and who gives me food and drink.
And when I am sick He heals me; He who will kill me, and then bring me
to life; and who I hope will forgive me my sins on the day of
judgment! Lord, grant me judgment, and let me reach the righteous; and
give me a tongue of good report amongst posterity; and make me of
the heirs of the paradise of pleasure; and pardon my father, verily,
he is of those who err; and disgrace me not on the day when they are
The Koran |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: rosettes where the daisy plants had been seemed to shine. As for the
roses, you could not help feeling they understood that roses are the only
flowers that impress people at garden-parties; the only flowers that
everybody is certain of knowing. Hundreds, yes, literally hundreds, had
come out in a single night; the green bushes bowed down as though they had
been visited by archangels.
Breakfast was not yet over before the men came to put up the marquee.
"Where do you want the marquee put, mother?"
"My dear child, it's no use asking me. I'm determined to leave everything
to you children this year. Forget I am your mother. Treat me as an
honoured guest."
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