| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: row near the top and wholly out of my reach, and wondering how
I could climb to best advantage. An open door four rows from the
bottom would help, and the locks of the closed doors formed possible
holds for hands and feet. I would grip the torch between my teeth,
as I had in other places where both hands were needed. Above all
I must make no noise.
How to get down what I wished to remove
would be difficult, but I could probably hook its movable fastener
in my coat collar and carry it like a knapsack. Again I wondered
whether the lock would be undamaged. That I could repeat each
familiar motion I had not the least doubt. But I hoped the thing
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Protagoras by Plato: any other occasion. This is what is done by those who have the means, and
those who have the means are the rich; their children begin to go to school
soonest and leave off latest. When they have done with masters, the state
again compels them to learn the laws, and live after the pattern which they
furnish, and not after their own fancies; and just as in learning to write,
the writing-master first draws lines with a style for the use of the young
beginner, and gives him the tablet and makes him follow the lines, so the
city draws the laws, which were the invention of good lawgivers living in
the olden time; these are given to the young man, in order to guide him in
his conduct whether he is commanding or obeying; and he who transgresses
them is to be corrected, or, in other words, called to account, which is a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: click of steel on bone; and proud Silvermane jumped to his feet with a
bit between his teeth.
The Navajo, firmly in the saddle, rose with him, and Silvermane leaped
through the corral gate, and out upon the stretch, lengthening out with
every stride, and settling into a wild, despairing burst of speed. The
white mane waved in the wind; the half-naked Navajo swayed to the motion.
Horse and rider disappeared in the cedars.
They were gone all day. Toward night they appeared on the stretch. The
Indian rode into camp and, dismounting, handed the bridle-rein to Naab.
He spoke no word; his dark impassiveness invited no comment. Silvermane
was dust-covered and sweat-stained. His silver crest had the same proud
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