| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tik-Tok of Oz by L. Frank Baum: "It seems to me more like the breath of a Rak."
"What is a Rak?" asked Ann, looking about
fearfully.
"A terrible beast with a horrible appetite,"
answered the soldier, growing a little paler than
usual. "I have never seen a Rak, to be sure, but I
have read of them in the story-books that grew in
my orchard, and if this is indeed one of those
fearful monsters, we are not likely to conquer the
world."
Hearing this, the officers became quite worried
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Phaedo by Plato: and is released from the error and folly of men, their fears and wild
passions and all other human ills, and for ever dwells, as they say of the
initiated, in company with the gods (compare Apol.). Is not this true,
Cebes?
Yes, said Cebes, beyond a doubt.
But the soul which has been polluted, and is impure at the time of her
departure, and is the companion and servant of the body always, and is in
love with and fascinated by the body and by the desires and pleasures of
the body, until she is led to believe that the truth only exists in a
bodily form, which a man may touch and see and taste, and use for the
purposes of his lusts,--the soul, I mean, accustomed to hate and fear and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secrets of the Princesse de Cadignan by Honore de Balzac: carriage at the pace of the horses, to keep at a parallel distance,
and see you--admire you."
"Ah! monsieur," said the princess, "how can I repay such feelings!"
"Why is Michel not here!" exclaimed Daniel, in melancholy accents.
"Perhaps he would not have loved me long," said the princess, shaking
her head sadly. "Republicans are more absolute in their ideas than we
absolutists, whose fault is indulgence. No doubt he imagined me
perfect, and society would have cruelly undeceived him. We are
pursued, we women, by as many calumnies as you authors are compelled
to endure in your literary life; but we, alas! cannot defend ourselves
either by our works or by our fame. The world will not believe us to
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