| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: another lover. If so, why did she not choose Gaston, who was
rich, witty, and charming, and why did she care for me, whom she
had thought so ridiculous the first time she had seen me?
It is true that there are events of a moment which tell more than
the courtship of a year. Of those who were at the supper, I was
the only one who had been concerned at her leaving the table. I
had followed her, I had been so affected as to be unable to hide
it from her, I had wept as I kissed her hand. This circumstance,
added to my daily visits during the two months of her illness,
might have shown her that I was somewhat different from the other
men she knew, and perhaps she had said to herself that for a love
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Critias by Plato: the enquiry into antiquity are first introduced into cities when they begin
to have leisure (Cp. Arist. Metaphys.), and when they see that the
necessaries of life have already been provided, but not before. And this
is the reason why the names of the ancients have been preserved to us and
not their actions. This I infer because Solon said that the priests in
their narrative of that war mentioned most of the names which are recorded
prior to the time of Theseus, such as Cecrops, and Erechtheus, and
Erichthonius, and Erysichthon, and the names of the women in like manner.
Moreover, since military pursuits were then common to men and women, the
men of those days in accordance with the custom of the time set up a figure
and image of the goddess in full armour, to be a testimony that all animals
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson: been long in my employ. But I think, if you have nothing more to
say to me I will be stepping. If you have nothing more to say?" he
added, with that burning, childish eagerness that was now so common
with the man.
"No, my lord, I have nothing more," said I, dryly enough.
"Then I think I will be stepping," says my lord, and stood and
looked at me fidgeting with his hat, which he had taken off again.
"I suppose you will have no errands? No? I am to meet Sir William
Johnson, but I will be more upon my guard." He was silent for a
time, and then, smiling: "Do you call to mind a place, Mackellar -
it's a little below Engles - where the burn runs very deep under a
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