| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Phaedrus by Plato: of love which thou hast given me, but grant that I may be yet more esteemed
in the eyes of the fair. And if Phaedrus or I myself said anything rude in
our first speeches, blame Lysias, who is the father of the brat, and let us
have no more of his progeny; bid him study philosophy, like his brother
Polemarchus; and then his lover Phaedrus will no longer halt between two
opinions, but will dedicate himself wholly to love and to philosophical
discourses.
PHAEDRUS: I join in the prayer, Socrates, and say with you, if this be for
my good, may your words come to pass. But why did you make your second
oration so much finer than the first? I wonder why. And I begin to be
afraid that I shall lose conceit of Lysias, and that he will appear tame in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen: than one smile, one squeeze, and one "dearest Catherine."
CHAPTER 9
The progress of Catherine's unhappiness from the
events of the evening was as follows. It appeared first
in a general dissatisfaction with everybody about her,
while she remained in the rooms, which speedily brought
on considerable weariness and a violent desire to go home.
This, on arriving in Pulteney Street, took the direction
of extraordinary hunger, and when that was appeased,
changed into an earnest longing to be in bed; such was
the extreme point of her distress; for when there
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald: recognize your voice."
"How do I get up?" he cried from the foot of the haystack,
whither he had arrived, dripping wet. A head appeared over the
edgeit was so dark that Amory could just make out a patch of damp
hair and two eyes that gleamed like a cat's.
"Run back!" came the voice, "and jump and I'll catch your handno,
not thereon the other side."
He followed directions and as he sprawled up the side, knee-deep
in hay, a small, white hand reached out, gripped his, and helped
him onto the top.
"Here you are, Juan," cried she of the damp hair. "Do you mind if
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