| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Caesar's Commentaries in Latin by Julius Caesar: quaereret, sic reperiebat: nullum esse aditum ad eos mercatoribus; nihil
pati vini reliquarumque rerum ad luxuriam pertinentium inferri, quod his
rebus relanguescere animos eorum et remitti virtutem existimarent; esse
homines feros magnaeque virtutis; increpitare atque incusare reliquos
Belgas, qui se populo Romano dedidissent patriamque virtutem proiecissent;
confirmare sese neque legatos missuros neque ullam condicionem pacis
accepturos.
Cum per eorum fines triduum iter fecisset, inveniebat ex captivis
Sabim flumen a castris suis non amplius milibus passuum X abesse; trans id
flumen omnes Nervios consedisse adventumque ibi Romanorum expectare una
cum Atrebatibus et Viromanduis, finitimis suis (nam his utrisque
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Enemies of Books by William Blades: county histories, Chaucer, Lydgate, and such like. Some few yards off
were the Britishers, provided with heaps of small books as missiles,
with which they kept up a skirmishing cannonade against the foe.
Imagine the tableau! Two elderly gentlemen enter hurriedly,
paterfamilias receiving, quite unintentionally, the first edition
of "Paradise Lost" in the pit of his stomach, his friend narrowly
escaping a closer personal acquaintance with a quarto Hamlet
than he had ever had before. Finale: great outburst of wrath,
and rapid retreat of the combatants, many wounded (volumes) being
left on the field.
POSTSCRIPTUM.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rape of Lucrece by William Shakespeare: Until her husband's welfare she did hear;
Whereat she smiled with so sweet a cheer,
That had Narcissus seen her as she stood,
Self-love had never drown'd him in the flood.
'Why hunt I then for colour or excuses?
All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth;
Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses;
Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth:
Affection is my captain, and he leadeth;
And when his gaudy banner is display'd,
The coward fights and will not be dismay'd.
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