| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Apology by Plato: advice in the days of their youth should come forward as accusers, and take
their revenge; or if they do not like to come themselves, some of their
relatives, fathers, brothers, or other kinsmen, should say what evil their
families have suffered at my hands. Now is their time. Many of them I see
in the court. There is Crito, who is of the same age and of the same deme
with myself, and there is Critobulus his son, whom I also see. Then again
there is Lysanias of Sphettus, who is the father of Aeschines--he is
present; and also there is Antiphon of Cephisus, who is the father of
Epigenes; and there are the brothers of several who have associated with
me. There is Nicostratus the son of Theosdotides, and the brother of
Theodotus (now Theodotus himself is dead, and therefore he, at any rate,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy: him out of my hands?"
Mrs. Yeobright gave back heat for heat.
"Don't rage at me, madam! It ill becomes your beauty,
and I am not worth the injury you may do it on my account,
I assure you. I am only a poor old woman who has lost
a son."
"If you had treated me honourably you would have had
him still." Eustacia said, while scalding tears trickled
from her eyes. "You have brought yourself to folly;
you have caused a division which can never be healed!"
"I have done nothing. This audacity from a young woman
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: response other than a lazy grunt. Joe took the Indians' gaudy shirt, and,
lifting Loorey, slipped it around him, shoved the latter's arms through the
sleeves, and buttoned it in front. He streaked the round face with red and
white paint, and then, dexterously extracting the eagle plume from the
Indian's head-dress, stuck it in Loorey's thick shock of hair. It was all done
in a moment, after which Joe replaced the basket, and went down to the river.
Several times that morning he had visited the rude wharf where Jeff Lynn, the
grizzled old frontiersman, busied himself with preparations for the
raft-journey down the Ohio. Lynn had been employed to guide the missionary's
party to Fort Henry, and, as the brothers had acquainted him with their
intention of accompanying the travelers, he had constructed a raft for them
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