| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf: considerable value, he was not proof against the familiar thoughts
which the suburban streets and the damp shrubs growing in front
gardens and the absurd names painted in white upon the gates of those
gardens suggested to him. His walk was uphill, and his mind dwelt
gloomily upon the house which he approached, where he would find six
or seven brothers and sisters, a widowed mother, and, probably, some
aunt or uncle sitting down to an unpleasant meal under a very bright
light. Should he put in force the threat which, two weeks ago, some
such gathering had wrung from him--the terrible threat that if
visitors came on Sunday he should dine alone in his room? A glance in
the direction of Miss Hilbery determined him to make his stand this
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: weight of mystery, that could lie soft and heavy in one's hand! The
roots, root of all that is lovely, the primeval root of all full
beauty.
She clung to him, with a hiss of wonder that was almost awe, terror. He
held her close, but he said nothing. He would never say anything. She
crept nearer to him, nearer, only to be near to the sensual wonder of
him. And out of his utter, incomprehensible stillness, she felt again
the slow momentous, surging rise of the phallus again, the other power.
And her heart melted out with a kind of awe.
And this time his being within her was all soft and iridescent, purely
soft and iridescent, such as no consciousness could seize. Her whole
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lesser Hippias by Plato: what he was saying just now about Homer. I have heard your father,
Apemantus, declare that the Iliad of Homer is a finer poem than the Odyssey
in the same degree that Achilles was a better man than Odysseus; Odysseus,
he would say, is the central figure of the one poem and Achilles of the
other. Now, I should like to know, if Hippias has no objection to tell me,
what he thinks about these two heroes, and which of them he maintains to be
the better; he has already told us in the course of his exhibition many
things of various kinds about Homer and divers other poets.
EUDICUS: I am sure that Hippias will be delighted to answer anything which
you would like to ask; tell me, Hippias, if Socrates asks you a question,
will you answer him?
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