| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Anabasis by Xenophon: Xenophon the Athenian was born 431 B.C. He was a
pupil of Socrates. He marched with the Spartans,
and was exiled from Athens. Sparta gave him land
and property in Scillus, where he lived for many
years before having to move once more, to settle
in Corinth. He died in 354 B.C.
The Anabasis is his story of the march to Persia
to aid Cyrus, who enlisted Greek help to try and
take the throne from Artaxerxes, and the ensuing
return of the Greeks, in which Xenophon played a
leading role. This occurred between 401 B.C. and
Anabasis |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: lost securities; judging from his comments after the inquest, he is
not particularly interested in who killed Turnbull."
"But I am," exclaimed Kent. "The more I think of it, the more
convinced I am that the forged letter, with the subsequent
disappearance of McIntyre's securities has some connection with
Jimmie's untimely death, be it murder or suicide."
"Suicide?" Clymer' s raised eyebrows indicated his surprise.
"Yes," shortly. "Aconitine would have killed just as surely if
swallowed with suicidal intent as if administered with murderous
design."
A pause followed which neither man seemed anxious to break, then
The Red Seal |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer, Detective by Mark Twain: and going in a-swimming. It just makes a boy homesick
to look ahead like that and see how far off summer is.
Yes, and it sets him to sighing and saddening around,
and there's something the matter with him, he don't know what.
But anyway, he gets out by himself and mopes and thinks;
and mostly he hunts for a lonesome place high up on the
hill in the edge of the woods, and sets there and looks
away off on the big Mississippi down there a-reaching
miles and miles around the points where the timber looks
smoky and dim it's so far off and still, and everything's
so solemn it seems like everybody you've loved is dead
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