| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lesson of the Master by Henry James: returned.
"What a false position, what a condemnation of the artist, that
he's a mere disfranchised monk and can produce his effect only by
giving up personal happiness. What an arraignment of art!" Paul
went on with a trembling voice.
"Ah you don't imagine by chance that I'm defending art?
'Arraignment' - I should think so! Happy the societies in which it
hasn't made its appearance, for from the moment it comes they have
a consuming ache, they have an incurable corruption, in their
breast. Most assuredly is the artist in a false position! But I
thought we were taking him for granted. Pardon me," St. George
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Critias by Plato: they left their gardens and dining-halls. In the midst of the Acropolis
was a fountain, which gave an abundant supply of cool water in summer and
warm in winter; of this there are still some traces. They were careful to
preserve the number of fighting men and women at 20,000, which is equal to
that of the present military force. And so they passed their lives as
guardians of the citizens and leaders of the Hellenes. They were a just
and famous race, celebrated for their beauty and virtue all over Europe and
Asia.
And now I will speak to you of their adversaries, but first I ought to
explain that the Greek names were given to Solon in an Egyptian form, and
he enquired their meaning and translated them. His manuscript was left
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: the point of sadness, "that there is nothing else." She stood, her eyes
following the pattern of the parquetry, her foot unconsciously tracing
it; her courage ebbed, and she had no answer for him. After a pause
he spoke again, still without turning. "If that was not enough to suit
your ends" - and though he spoke in a tone of ever-increasing sadness,
there glinted through it the faintest ray of mockery - "I marvel you
should have come to Zoyland - to compromise yourself to so little
purpose.
She raised a startled face. "Com ... compromise myself?" she echoed.
"Oh!" It was a cry of indignation.
"What else?" quoth he, and turned abruptly to confront her.
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