| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: of garden. Their rear, to the seaward, was unmolested; but on
three sides they were beleaguered. On the left, the Samoans
occupied and fired from some of the plantation offices. In front,
a long rising crest of land in the horse-pasture commanded the
house, and was lined with the assailants. And on the right, the
hedge of the same paddock afforded them a dangerous cover. It was
in this place that a Samoan sharpshooter was knocked over by
Jaeckel with his own hand. The fire was maintained by the Samoans
in the usual wasteful style. The roof was made a sieve; the balls
passed clean through the house; Lieutenant Sieger, as he lay,
already dying, on Hufnagel's bed, was despatched with a fresh
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Menexenus by Plato: SOCRATES: And what might you be doing at the Council? And yet I need
hardly ask, for I see that you, believing yourself to have arrived at the
end of education and of philosophy, and to have had enough of them, are
mounting upwards to things higher still, and, though rather young for the
post, are intending to govern us elder men, like the rest of your family,
which has always provided some one who kindly took care of us.
MENEXENUS: Yes, Socrates, I shall be ready to hold office, if you allow
and advise that I should, but not if you think otherwise. I went to the
council chamber because I heard that the Council was about to choose some
one who was to speak over the dead. For you know that there is to be a
public funeral?
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twice Told Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne: garret."
"And as we're out of wood, Mr. Peter," said Tabitha, puffing and
panting with her late gymnastics, "as fast as you tear the house
down, I'll make a fire with the pieces."
Gorgeous that night were the dreams of Peter Goldthwaite! At one
time he was turning a ponderous key in an iron door not unlike
the door of a sepulchre, but which, being opened, disclosed a
vault heaped up with gold coin, as plentifully as golden corn in
a granary. There were chased goblets, also, and tureens, salvers,
dinner dishes, and dish covers of gold, or silver gilt, besides
chains and other jewels, incalculably rich, though tarnished with
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