| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Euthydemus by Plato: you are really speaking the truth, and yet I a little doubt your power to
make good your words unless you have the help of your brother Dionysodorus;
then you may do it. Tell me now, both of you, for although in the main I
cannot doubt that I really do know all things, when I am told so by men of
your prodigious wisdom--how can I say that I know such things, Euthydemus,
as that the good are unjust; come, do I know that or not?
Certainly, you know that.
What do I know?
That the good are not unjust.
Quite true, I said; and that I have always known; but the question is,
where did I learn that the good are unjust?
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mosses From An Old Manse by Nathaniel Hawthorne: resolved to cut or wrench it away.
When the dream had shaped itself perfectly in his memory, Aylmer
sat in his wife's presence with a guilty feeling. Truth often
finds its way to the mind close muffled in robes of sleep, and
then speaks with uncompromising directness of matters in regard
to which we practise an unconscious self-deception during our
waking moments. Until now he had not been aware of the
tyrannizing influence acquired by one idea over his mind, and of
the lengths which he might find in his heart to go for the sake
of giving himself peace.
"Aylmer," resumed Georgiana, solemnly, "I know not what may be
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Historical Lecturers and Essays by Charles Kingsley: was done well: but as I have said, in wounds in the head there are
strange labyrinths." So on the 7th they stand round the bed in
despair. Don Garcia de Toledo, the prince's faithful governor, is
sitting by him, worn out with sleepless nights, and trying to supply
to the poor boy that mother's tenderness which he has never known.
Alva, too, is there, stern, self-compressed, most terrible, and yet
most beautiful. He has a God on earth, and that is Philip his
master; and though he has borne much from Don Carlos already, and
will have to bear more, yet the wretched lad is to him as a son of
God, a second deity, who will by right divine succeed to the
inheritance of the first; and he watches this lesser deity
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