| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Sportsman by Xenophon: the chase almost as there are dogs. Some follow up the chase
{asaphos}, indistinctly; some {polu upolambanousai}, with a good
deal of guess-work; others again {doxazousai}, without conviction,
insincerely; others, {peplasmenos}, out of mere pretence, pure
humbug, make-believe, or {phthoneros}, in a fit of jealousy,
{ekkunousi}, are skirters; al. {ekkinousi}, Sturz, quit the scent.
[31] Al. "unceasingly tearing along, around, and about it."
The majority of these defects are due to natural disposition, though
some must be assigned no doubt to want of scientific training. In
either case such hounds are useless, and may well deter the keenest
sportsman from the hunting field.[32]
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Theaetetus by Plato: abstract, any man or some men, 'quod semper quod ubique' or individual
private judgment. Such an analysis lay beyond his sphere of thought; the
age before Socrates had not arrived at these distinctions. Like the
Cynics, again, he discarded knowledge in any higher sense than perception.
For 'truer' or 'wiser' he substituted the word 'better,' and is not
unwilling to admit that both states and individuals are capable of
practical improvement. But this improvement does not arise from
intellectual enlightenment, nor yet from the exertion of the will, but from
a change of circumstances and impressions; and he who can effect this
change in himself or others may be deemed a philosopher. In the mode of
effecting it, while agreeing with Socrates and the Cynics in the importance
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: little ajar, and he enjoyed a view of the lady's shoulder, as
she sat patiently sewing and all unconscious of his presence.
On the next, he had scarce appeared when the window opened,
and the Senorita tripped forth into the sunlight, in a
morning disorder, delicately neat, and yet somehow foreign,
tropical, and strange. In one hand she held a packet.
'Will you try,' she said, 'some of my father's tobacco - from
dear Cuba? There, as I suppose you know, all smoke, ladies
as well as gentlemen. So you need not fear to annoy me. The
fragrance will remind me of home. My home, Senor, was by the
sea.' And as she uttered these few words, Desborough, for
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