| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: hand, it rendered his victory in some degree nugatory, enabled
him, on the other, under the most disadvantageous circumstances,
to secure his retreat, recruit his forces, and render himself
more formidable than ever to the enemy, before whom he had lately
been unable to make a stand.
On the present occasion he threw himself into Badenoch, and
rapidly traversing that district, as well as the neighbouring
country of Athole, he alarmed the Covenanters by successive
attacks upon various unexpected points, and spread such general
dismay, that repeated orders were dispatched by the Parliament to
Argyle, their commander, to engage, and disperse Montrose at all
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Phaedrus by Plato: unearthly monsters? Engaged in such conversation, they arrive at the
plane-tree; when they have found a convenient resting-place, Phaedrus pulls
out the speech and reads:--
The speech consists of a foolish paradox which is to the effect that the
non-lover ought to be accepted rather than the lover--because he is more
rational, more agreeable, more enduring, less suspicious, less hurtful,
less boastful, less engrossing, and because there are more of them, and for
a great many other reasons which are equally unmeaning. Phaedrus is
captivated with the beauty of the periods, and wants to make Socrates say
that nothing was or ever could be written better. Socrates does not think
much of the matter, but then he has only attended to the form, and in that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: Danglar's gaunt, swarthy face showed under the rays of a shaded
oil lamp. Behind her spectacles, she met his small, black ferret
eyes steadily.
"Hello, Bertha!" he called out cheerily. "How's the old girl
to-night?" He rose from his seat to come toward her. "And how's
the cold?"
Rhoda Gray scowled at him.
"Worse!" she said curtly-and hoarsely. "And a lot you care! I
could have died in that hole, for all you knew! She pushed him
irritably away, as he came near her. "Yes, that's what I said!
And you needn't start any cooing game now! Get down to cases!"
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