| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Talisman by Walter Scott: "Can this be Edith Plantagenet?" said the King bitterly--"Edith
Plantagenet, the wise and the noble? Or is it some lovesick
woman who cares not for her own fame in comparison of the life of
her paramour? Now, by King Henry's soul! little hinders but I
order thy minion's skull to be brought from the gibbet, and fixed
as a perpetual ornament by the crucifix in thy cell!"
"And if thou dost send it from the gibbet to be placed for ever
in my sight," said Edith, "I will say it is a relic of a good
knight, cruelly and unworthily done to death by" (she checked
herself)--"by one of whom I shall only say, he should have known
better how to reward chivalry. Minion callest thou him?" she
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Economist by Xenophon: Soc. Just so, for neither does God guide the year in one set fashion,
but irregularly, now suiting it to early sowing best, and now to
middle, and again to later.
Isch. But what, Socrates, is your opinion? Were it better for a man to
choose and turn to sole account a single sowing season, be it much he
has to sow or be it little? or would you have him begin his sowing
with the earliest season, and sow right on continuously until the
latest?
And I, in my turn, answered: I should think it best, Ischomachus, to
use indifferently the whole sowing season.[5] Far better[6] to have
enough of corn and meal at any moment and from year to year, than
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mansion by Henry van Dyke: walking on that wide heavenly moorland, under that tranquil,
sunless arch of blue, in that free air of perfect peace, where
the light
was diffused without a shadow, as if the spirit of life in all
things
were luminous.
There was only one person besides the doctor in that little
company whom
John Weightman had known before--an old bookkeeper who had spent
his life
over a desk, carefully keeping accounts--a rusty, dull little
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