| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Economist by Xenophon: Generals, too, will differ (he proceeded), the one sort from the
other, in this very quality. Here you have a leader who, incapable of
kindling a zest for toil and love of hairbreadth 'scapes, is apt to
engender in his followers that base spirit which neither deigns nor
chooses to obey, except under compulsion. They even pride and plume
themselves,[5] the cowards, on their opposition to their leader; this
same leader who, in the end, will make his men insensible to shame
even in presence of most foul mishap. On the other hand, put at their
head another stamp of general: one who is by right divine[6] a leader,
good and brave, a man of scientific knowledge. Let him take over to
his charge those malcontents, or others even of worse character, and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In Darkest England and The Way Out by General William Booth: foresee, is but the pioneer of a whole army of shoemakers constantly at
work in repairing the cast-off boots and shoes of London. Already in
some provincial towns a great business is done by the conversion of old
shoes into new. They call the men so employed translators. Boots and
shoes, as every wearer of them knows, do not go to pieces all at once
or in all parts at once. The sole often wears out utterly, while the
upper leather is quite good, or the upper leather bursts while the sole
remains practically in a salvable condition; but your individual pair
of shoes and boots are no good to you when any section of them is
hopelessly gone to the bad. But give our trained artist in leather and
his army of assistants a couple of thousand pairs of boots and shoes,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson: or meddled with your flight, it would go sore with me."
"Ay, poor boy," returned the other, "y' are his ward, I know it.
By the same token, so am I, or so he saith; or else he hath bought
my marriage - I wot not rightly which; but it is some handle to
oppress me by."
"Boy again!" said Dick.
"Nay, then, shall I call you girl, good Richard?" asked Matcham.
"Never a girl for me," returned Dick. "I do abjure the crew of
them!"
"Ye speak boyishly," said the other. "Ye think more of them than
ye pretend."
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