| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Statesman by Plato: STRANGER: In the next place, let us make the reflection, that the art of
weaving clothes, which an incompetent person might fancy to have been
sufficiently described, has been separated off from several others which
are of the same family, but not from the co-operative arts.
YOUNG SOCRATES: And which are the kindred arts?
STRANGER: I see that I have not taken you with me. So I think that we had
better go backwards, starting from the end. We just now parted off from
the weaving of clothes, the making of blankets, which differ from each
other in that one is put under and the other is put around: and these are
what I termed kindred arts.
YOUNG SOCRATES: I understand.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton: her with a direct look. "Gerty, be honest: this will was made
only six weeks ago. She had heard of my break with the Dorsets?"
"Every one heard, of course, that there had been some
disagreement--some misunderstanding---"
"Did she hear that Bertha turned me off the yacht?"
"Lily!"
"That was what happened, you know. She said I was trying to marry
George Dorset. She did it to make him think she was jealous.
Isn't that what she told Gwen Stepney?"
"I don't know--I don't listen to such horrors."
"I MUST listen to them--I must know where I stand." She paused,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ann Veronica by H. G. Wells: of their situation. "Why on earth did you TELL me?" he cried.
"I couldn't help it. It was an impulse. I HAD to."
"But it changes things. I thought you understood."
"I had to," she repeated. "I was sick of the make-believe. I
don't care! I'm glad I did. I'm glad I did."
"Look here!" said Capes, "what on earth do you want? What do you
think we can do? Don't you know what men are, and what life
is?--to come to me and talk to me like this!"
"I know--something, anyhow. But I don't care; I haven't a spark
of shame. I don't see any good in life if it hasn't got you in
it. I wanted you to know. And now you know. And the fences are
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