| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: arrows, which tumbled them headlong down the steep path.
"Out, men, and charge them. See! the Don is running like the
rest!" And scrambling over the abattis, Amyas and about thirty
followed them fast; for he had hope of learning from some prisoner
his brother's fate.
Amyas was unjust in his last words. Don Guzman, as if by miracle,
had been only slightly wounded; and seeing his men run, had rushed
back and tried to rally them, but was borne away by the fugitives.
However, the Spaniards were out of sight among the thick bushes
before the English could overtake them; and Amyas, afraid lest they
should rally and surround his small party, withdrew sorely against
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sanitary and Social Lectures by Charles Kingsley: no deliverance lies. That discontent only ends in revolt and
rebellion, social or political; and that, again, still in the same
worship of circumstances--but this time desperate--which ends, let
it disguise itself under what fine names it will, in what the old
Greeks called a tyranny; in which--as in the Spanish republics of
America, and in France more than once--all have become the
voluntary slaves of one man, because each man fancies that the one
man can improve his circumstances for him.
But the wise man will learn, like Epictetus the heroic slave, the
slave of Epaphroditus, Nero's minion--and in what baser and uglier
circumstances could human being find himself?--to find out the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad: of a manufactory of dyes. There too he had been treated with
revolting injustice. His struggles, his privations, his hard work
to raise himself in the social scale, had filled him with such an
exalted conviction of his merits that it was extremely difficult
for the world to treat him with justice - the standard of that
notion depending so much upon the patience of the individual. The
Professor had genius, but lacked the great social virtue of
resignation.
"Intellectually a nonentity," Ossipon pronounced aloud, abandoning
suddenly the inward contemplation of Mrs Verloc's bereaved person
and business. "Quite an ordinary personality. You are wrong in
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