| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: breast with thankfulness and love.
Their stock of money was low, but from the hoard she had told into
the blind man's hand, the widow had withheld one guinea. This,
with the few pence she possessed besides, was to two persons of
their frugal habits, a goodly sum in bank. Moreover they had Grip
in company; and when they must otherwise have changed the guinea,
it was but to make him exhibit outside an alehouse door, or in a
village street, or in the grounds or gardens of a mansion of the
better sort, and scores who would have given nothing in charity,
were ready to bargain for more amusement from the talking bird.
One day--for they moved slowly, and although they had many rides in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Sportsman by Xenophon: the true philosopher, be it understood); it is a general reproach that
the wisdom he professes consists in word-subtleties, not in ideas.[8]
Certainly it does not escape my notice that an orderly sequence of
ideas adds beauty to the composition:[9] I mean it will be easy to
find fault with what is written incorrectly.[10] Nevertheless, I
warrant it is written in this fashion with an eye to rectitude, to
make the reader wise and good, not more sophistical. For I would wish
my writings not to seem but rather to be useful. I would have them
stand the test of ages in their blamelessness.[11]
[8] {onomasi}, "in names"; {noemasi}, "thoughts and ideas."
[9] Or, "I am alive to the advantage to be got from methodic, orderly
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: man--or like a devil, as he says he is. I shouldn't wonder. The
devil's loose in London somewhere. Damme if I wouldn't twist his
neck round, on the chance, if I had MY way.'
The young man had taken two or three steps away, as if to go and
see this creature, when he was arrested by the voice of Barnaby.
'It's mine,' he called out, half laughing and half weeping--'my
pet, my friend Grip. Ha ha ha! Don't hurt him, he has done no
harm. I taught him; it's my fault. Let me have him, if you
please. He's the only friend I have left now. He'll not dance, or
talk, or whistle for you, I know; but he will for me, because he
knows me and loves me--though you wouldn't think it--very well.
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