| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: "She says I must take every stitch belonging to me tonight."
They packed trunks until late that night, quite alone. Gerald had
departed promptly after breaking the news, probably without
realising to what a pass affairs would come. A frightened servant,
evidently in disobedience of orders and in fear of destruction,
brought them a tray of food, which she put down on a small table and
hastily fled. In a room down the hall they could hear the murmur of
voices where Mrs. Bishop received spiritual consolation from her
adviser. When the trunks were packed, Orde sent for a baggage
waggon. Carroll went silently from place to place, saying farewell
to such of her treasures as she had made up her mind to leave. Orde
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Philebus by Plato: Eleatic Being and the Heraclitean Flux no longer divide the empire of
thought; the Mind of Anaxagoras has become the Mind of God and of the
World. The great distinction between pure and applied science for the
first time has a place in philosophy; the natural claim of dialectic to be
the Queen of the Sciences is once more affirmed. This latter is the bond
of union which pervades the whole or nearly the whole of the Platonic
writings. And here as in several other dialogues (Phaedrus, Republic,
etc.) it is presented to us in a manner playful yet also serious, and
sometimes as if the thought of it were too great for human utterance and
came down from heaven direct. It is the organization of knowledge
wonderful to think of at a time when knowledge itself could hardly be said
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Adieu by Honore de Balzac: glimmered in the distance through the brown masses of the tree trunks.
"Ha! ha! this looks to me as if it had once been a priory," cried the
marquis, as they reached a very old and blackened gate, through which
they could see, in the midst of a large park, a building constructed
in the style of the monasteries of old. "How those rascals the monks
knew how to choose their sites!"
This last exclamation was an expression of surprise and pleasure at
the poetical hermitage which met his eyes. The house stood on the
slope of the mountain, at the summit of which is the village of
Nerville. The great centennial oaks of the forest which encircled the
dwelling made the place an absolute solitude. The main building,
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