| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Polity of Athenians and Lacedaemonians by Xenophon: ought, and which ought not, to be adjudicated on, there and then? If,
on the other hand, we are forced to admit that these are all fair
cases for adjudication, it follows of necessity that they should be
decided during the twelve-month; since even now the boards of judges
sitting right through the year are powerless to stay the tide of
evildoing by reason of the multitude of the people.
[12] Reading with Kirchhoff. Cf. for {oiesthai khre}, "Hell." VI. iv.
23; "Cyr." IV. ii. 28.
So far so good.[13] "But," some one will say, "try the cases you
certainly must, but lessen the number of the judges." But if so, it
follows of necessity that unless the number of courts themselves are
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tales and Fantasies by Robert Louis Stevenson: respected my pin!' he thought, and he was moved as by a
slight, and began at once to recollect that he was here an
interloper, in a strange house, which he had entered almost
by a burglary, and where at any moment he might be
scandalously challenged.
He moved at once, his hat still in his hand, to the door of
his father's room, opened it, and entered. Mr. Nicholson sat
in the same place and posture as on that last Sunday morning;
only he was older, and greyer, and sterner; and as he now
glanced up and caught the eye of his son, a strange commotion
and a dark flush sprung into his face.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry: I-don't-know-wbat-you-call-its. I feel like there was
going to be earthquakes or music or a trifle of chills
and fever or maybe a picnic. I don't know how I
feel. I feel like knocking the face off a policeman,
or else maybe like playing Coney Island straight
across the board from pop-corn to the elephant
boudabs."
"It's the spring in yer bones," said Mrs. McQuirk.
"It's the sap risin'. Time was when I couldn't keep
me feet still nor me head cool when the earthworms
began to crawl out in the dew of the mornin'. 'Tis
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