| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Caesar's Commentaries in Latin by Julius Caesar: cogitabant. Hoc consilio probato ab ducibus, productis Romanorum copiis,
sese castris tenebant. Hac re perspecta Crassus, cum sua cunctatione
atque opinione timoris hostes nostros milites alacriores ad pugnaudum
effecissent atque omnium voces audirentur expectari diutius non oportere
quin ad castra iretur, cohortatus suos omnibus cupientibus ad hostium
castra contendit.
Ibi cum alii fossas complerent, alii multis telis coniectis defensores
vallo munitionibusque depellerent, auxiliaresque, quibus ad pugnam non
multum Crassus confidebat, lapidibus telisque subministrandis et ad
aggerem caespitibus comportandis speciem atque opinionem pugnantium
praeberent, cum item ab hostibus constanter ac non timide pugnaretur
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Philosophy 4 by Owen Wister: the meadow. The foreheads of the boys were damp to-day, as they had
been last night, and their shirts were opened to the air; but it was the
sun that made them hot now, and no lamp or gas; and already they looked
twice as alive as they had looked at breakfast. There they sat, while
their memories gripped the summarized list of facts essential, facts to
be known accurately; the simple, solid, raw facts, which, should they
happen to come on the examination paper, no skill could evade nor any
imagination supply. But this study was no longer dry and dreadful to
them: they had turned it to a sporting event. "What about Heracleitos?"
Billy as catechist would put at Bertie. "Eternal flux," Bertie would
correctly snap back at Billy. Or, if he got it mixed up, and replied,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Blue Flower by Henry van Dyke: Pellinore and then Sir Palamides followed it; of Balin that
gave the dolourous stroke unto King Pellam; of Sir Tor that
sought the lady's brachet and by the way overcame two knights
and smote off the head of the outrageous caitiff Abelleus,--of
these and many like matters of pith and moment, full of blood
and honour, told Sir Lancelot, and the people had marvel of
his words.
Now, among them that listened to him gladly, was a youth
of good blood and breeding, very fair in the face and of great
stature. His name was Martimor. Strong of arm was he, and
his neck was like a pillar. His legs were as tough as beams
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