| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Alexandria and her Schools by Charles Kingsley: guidance from the last of the Alexandrians--very long.
And yet--if Proclus and his school became gradually unfaithful to the
great root-idea of their philosophy, we must not imitate them. We must
not believe that the last of the Alexandrians was under no divine
teaching, because he had be-systemed himself into confused notions of
what that teaching was like. Yes, there was good in poor old Proclus;
and it too came from the only source whence all good comes. Were there
no good in him I could not laugh at him as I have done; I could only
hate him. There are moments when he rises above his theories; moments
when he recurs in spirit, if not in the letter, to the faith of Homer,
almost to the faith of Philo. Whether these are the passages of his
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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: keep up but without hurrying, or out of zeal they will overshoot the
line. As soon as they are once more in close neighbourhood of the
hare, and once again have given their master clear indications of the
fact, then let him give what heed he can, she does not move off
farther in sheer terror of the hounds.
[33] {prosstosi}, al. "whenever they check."
[34] Al. (1) "take a stake or one of the poles as a sign-post," (2)
"draw a line on the ground."
[35] {suneirein}. Zeune cf. "Cyrop." VII. v. 6, "draw the dogs along
by the nets." Blane.
[36] "As the scent grows warmer," the translator in "Macmillan's Mag."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The First Men In The Moon by H. G. Wells: out and left me. I went on with my third egg.
"The weather," the fat little man remarked presently, "has been immense,
has it not? I don't know when we have had such a summer."
Phoo-whizz! Like a tremendous rocket!
And somewhere a window was broken. ...
"What's that?" said I.
"It isn't - ?" cried the little man, and rushed to the corner window.
All the others rushed to the window likewise. I sat staring at them.
Suddenly I leapt up, knocked over my third egg, rushed for the window
also. I had just thought of something. "Nothing to be seen there," cried
the little man, rushing for the door.
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