| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett: know," she reminded her mother. "He'll be hungry enough to eat his
size."
"I've got new doughnuts, dear," said the little old lady.
"You don't often catch William 'n' me out o' provisions. I expect
you might have chose a somewhat larger fish, but I'll try an' make
it do. I shall have to have a few extra potatoes, but there's a
field full out there, an' the hoe's leanin' against the well-house,
in 'mongst the climbin'-beans." She smiled and gave her daughter
a commanding nod.
"Land sakes alive! Le's blow the horn for William," insisted
Mrs. Todd, with some excitement. "He needn't break his spirit so
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Laches by Plato: Nicias is quite ready to accept the new art, which Laches treats with
ridicule, seeming to think that this, or any other military question, may
be settled by asking, 'What do the Lacedaemonians say?' The one is the
thoughtful general, willing to avail himself of any discovery in the art of
war (Aristoph. Aves); the other is the practical man, who relies on his own
experience, and is the enemy of innovation; he can act but cannot speak,
and is apt to lose his temper. It is to be noted that one of them is
supposed to be a hearer of Socrates; the other is only acquainted with his
actions. Laches is the admirer of the Dorian mode; and into his mouth the
remark is put that there are some persons who, having never been taught,
are better than those who have. Like a novice in the art of disputation,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: was his habit to come behind her chair and pat her shoulder; and
then she would turn round, and clasp his hand in hers, and look
from him to her visitor with a face of pride and love; and it was
at such moments only that the light of humanity revived in her
eyes. It was hard for any stranger, it was impossible for any that
loved them, to behold these mute scenes, to recall the past, and
not to weep. But to the Captain, I think it was all happiness.
After these so long years, he had found his wife again; perhaps
kinder than ever before; perhaps now on a more equal footing;
certainly, to his eyes, still beautiful. And the call made on his
intelligence had not been made in vain. The merchants of Aux
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