| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Hiero by Xenophon: [5] Lit. "of all citizens alike," "every single member of the state."
And next to speak of that which people hold to be the flower of
institutions, a pursuit both noble in itself and best befitting a
great man--I mean the art of breeding chariot-horses[6]--which would
reflect the greater lustre on you, that you personally[7] should train
and send to the great festal gatherings[8] more chariots than any
Hellene else? or rather that your state should boast more racehorse-
breeders than the rest of states, that from Syracuse the largest
number should enter to contest the prize?
[6] Cf. Plat. "Laws," 834 B.
[7] Breit. cf. Pind. "Ol." i. 82; "Pyth." i. 173; ii. 101; iii. 96.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: looking form in his arms.
'Look there!' he said. 'Unless you be a fiend, help her first -
then you shall speak to me!'
He walked into the parlour, and sat down. Mr. Linton summoned me,
and with great difficulty, and after resorting to many means, we
managed to restore her to sensation; but she was all bewildered;
she sighed, and moaned, and knew nobody. Edgar, in his anxiety for
her, forgot her hated friend. I did not. I went, at the earliest
opportunity, and besought him to depart; affirming that Catherine
was better, and he should hear from me in the morning how she
passed the night.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson: And the heart drudged slow in bodies heavy with monstrous meals;
And the senseless limbs were scattered abroad like spokes of wheels;
And crapulous women sat and stared at the stones anigh
With a bestial droop of the lip and a swinish rheum in the eye.
As about the dome of the bees in the time for the drones to fall,
The dead and the maimed are scattered, and lie, and stagger, and crawl;
So on the grades of the terrace, in the ardent eye of the day,
The half-awake and the sleepers clustered and crawled and lay;
And loud as the dome of the bees, in the time of a swarming horde,
A horror of many insects hung in the air and roared.
Rua looked and wondered; he said to himself in his heart:
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