| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On Horsemanship by Xenophon: strong dislike to being ridden--up to all sorts of ugly and ungainly
tricks. On the contrary, let the horse be taught to be ridden on a
loose bridle, and to hold his head high and arch his neck, and you
will practically be making him perform the very acts which he himself
delights or rather exults in; and the best proof of the pleasure which
he takes is, that when he is let loose with other horses, and more
particularly with mares, you will see him rear his head aloft to the
full height, and arch his neck with nervous vigour,[2] pawing the air
with pliant legs[3] and waving his tail on high. By training him to
adopt the very airs and graces which he naturally assumes when showing
off to best advantage, you have got what you are aiming at--a horse
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: wish the full idea, i.e., not an inaccurate one, to be suggested at
first; and yet after all I believe it is not your exposition, but
the natural jumping to a conclusion that affects or has affected my
pencil.
'We return on Friday, when I will return you the paper.
'Ever truly yours,
'M. Faraday.'
The third letter will come in its proper place towards the end.
While once conversing with Faraday on science, in its relations to
commerce and litigation, he said to me, that at a certain period of
his career, he was forced definitely to ask himself, and finally to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale: Whither goes Sappho? Whither all men go,
But they go driven, straining back with fear,
And Sappho goes as lightly as a leaf
Blown from brown autumn forests to the sea.
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Here on the rock Zeus lifted from the waves,
I shall await the waking of the dawn,
Lying beneath the weight of dark as one
Lies breathless, till the lover shall awake.
And with the sun the sea shall cover me--
I shall be less than the dissolving foam
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