| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Eryxias by Platonic Imitator: ERYXIAS: Clearly not.
SOCRATES: Then our conclusion is, as would appear, that wealth is what is
useful to this end?
Eryxias once more gave his assent, but the small argument considerably
troubled him.
SOCRATES: And what is your opinion about another question:--Would you say
that the same thing can be at one time useful and at another useless for
the production of the same result?
ERYXIAS: I cannot say more than that if we require the same thing to
produce the same result, then it seems to me to be useful; if not, not.
SOCRATES: Then if without the aid of fire we could make a brazen statue,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: If she could only cry now, cry for a long time, over everything, beginning
with her first place and the cruel cook, going on to the doctor's, and then
the seven little ones, death of her husband, the children's leaving her,
and all the years of misery that led up to Lennie. But to have a proper
cry over all these things would take a long time. All the same, the time
for it had come. She must do it. She couldn't put it off any longer; she
couldn't wait any more...Where could she go?
"She's had a hard life, has Ma Parker." Yes, a hard life, indeed! Her
chin began to tremble; there was no time to lose. But where? Where?
She couldn't go home; Ethel was there. It would frighten Ethel out of her
life. She couldn't sit on a bench anywhere; people would come arsking her
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: and the choristers were in full voice.
The abbot began to intone the ceremony in a style of modulation impressively
exalted, his voice issuing most canonically from the roof of his mouth,
through the medium of a very musical nose newly tuned for the occasion.
But he had not proceeded far enough to exhibit all the variety and compass
of this melodious instrument, when a noise was heard at the gate, and a party
of armed men entered the chapel. The song of the choristers died away
in a shake of demisemiquavers, contrary to all the rules of psalmody.
The organ-blower, who was working his musical air-pump with one hand,
and with two fingers and a thumb of the other insinuating a peeping-place
through the curtain of the organ-gallery, was struck motionless by the
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