| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Enemies of Books by William Blades: it from the cover upon which it was pasted, the result
being that, when dry, it was so distorted as to be useless.
That man soon after passed to another world, where, we may hope,
his works have not followed him, and that his merits as a
good citizen and an honest man counterbalanced his de-merits
as a binder.
Other similar instances will occur to the memory of many a reader,
and doubtless the same sin will be committed from time to time
by certain binders, who seem to have an ingrained antipathy to rough
edges and large margins, which of course are, in their view,
made by Nature as food for the shaving tub.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Large Catechism by Dr. Martin Luther: done, teach him, too, to go and admonish him personally if he have seen
it himself; but if not, that he hold his tongue.
The same you can learn also from the daily government of the
household. For when the master of the house sees that the servant does
not do what he ought, he admonishes him personally. But if he were so
foolish as to let the servant sit at home, and went on the streets to
complain of him to his neighbors, he would no doubt be told: "You fool,
what does that concern us? Why do you not tell it to him ?" Behold,
that would be acting quite brotherly, so that the evil would be stayed,
and your neighbor would retain his honor. As Christ also says in the
same place: If he hear thee, thou host gained thy brother. Then you
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James: she must have had a succession of sorrows. People weren't poor,
after all, whom so many losses could overtake; they were positively
rich when they had had so much to give up. But the air of this
devoted and indifferent woman, who always made, in any attitude, a
beautiful accidental line, conveyed somehow to Stransom that she
had known more kinds of trouble than one.
He had a great love of music and little time for the joy of it; but
occasionally, when workaday noises were muffled by Saturday
afternoons, it used to come back to him that there were glories.
There were moreover friends who reminded him of this and side by
side with whom he found himself sitting out concerts. On one of
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