| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Euthyphro by Plato: Socrates some more of them. But Socrates would like first of all to have a
more satisfactory answer to the question, 'What is piety?' 'Doing as I do,
charging a father with murder,' may be a single instance of piety, but can
hardly be regarded as a general definition.
Euthyphro replies, that 'Piety is what is dear to the gods, and impiety is
what is not dear to them.' But may there not be differences of opinion, as
among men, so also among the gods? Especially, about good and evil, which
have no fixed rule; and these are precisely the sort of differences which
give rise to quarrels. And therefore what may be dear to one god may not
be dear to another, and the same action may be both pious and impious; e.g.
your chastisement of your father, Euthyphro, may be dear or pleasing to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sons of the Soil by Honore de Balzac: paradise. All the gentlemen of Soulanges and Auxerre and Ville-aux-
Fayes will be there. Ever since that first night I've loved the place
where those words rang in my ears like military music. It's worthy
giving your eternity to hear such words said of you by a man you
love."
"Yes, perhaps," replied La Pechina, thoughtfully.
"Then come, and get the praise of men; you're sure of it!" cried
Catherine. "Ha! you'll have a fine chance, handsome as you are, to
pick up good luck. There's the son of Monsieur Lupin, Amaury, he might
marry you. But that's not all; if you only knew what comforts you can
find there against vexation and worry. Why, Socquard's boiled wine
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: Danglar free first. It's lucky your shot inside wasn't heard by
the patrolman on the beat. I was afraid of that. But we're safe
now - from Danglar's crowd, at least."
But still they ran. They crossed an intersecting street, and
continued on along the lane; then swerving into the next intersecting
street, moderated their pace to a rapid walk - and stopped finally
only as Rhoda Gray drew suddenly into the shadows of another
alley-way, and held out her hand. They were both safe now, as he
had said. And there were so many reasons why, though her resolution
faltered a little, she should go the rest of the way alone. She
was not sure that she trusted this strange "gentleman," who was a
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