|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells:
apprehension. I still think a European war, and conceivably a very
humiliating war for England, may occur at no very distant date, but
I do not think there is any such heroic quality in our governing
class as will make that war catastrophic. The prevailing spirit in
English life--it is one of the essential secrets of our imperial
endurance--is one of underbred aggression in prosperity and
diplomatic compromise in moments of danger; we bully haughtily where
we can and assimilate where we must. It is not for nothing that our
upper and middle-class youth is educated by teachers of the highest
character, scholars and gentlemen, men who can pretend quite
honestly that Darwinism hasn't upset the historical fall of man,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton:
savage wish that she would not speak the other woman's name;
nothing else seemed to matter. "You seem to do a lot of reading,"
She still earnestly confronted him. "I was keeping this for you--
I thought it might interest you," she said, with an air of gentle
He stood up and turned away. He was sure she knew that he had
taken the review and he felt that he was beginning to hate her
"I haven't time for such things," he said, indifferently. As he
moved to the door he heard her take a precipitate step forward;
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Charmides by Plato:
mankind would obtain from their severally doing the things which they knew,
and committing the things of which they are ignorant to those who were
better acquainted with them.
Were we not right in making that admission?
I think not.
How very strange, Socrates!
By the dog of Egypt, I said, there I agree with you; and I was thinking as
much just now when I said that strange consequences would follow, and that
I was afraid we were on the wrong track; for however ready we may be to
admit that this is wisdom, I certainly cannot make out what good this sort
of thing does to us.