| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Philebus by Plato: be more likely to discover it by looking at the hardest things, rather than
at the least hard? You, Protarchus, shall answer these severe gentlemen as
you answer me.
PROTARCHUS: By all means, and I reply to them, that you should look at the
greatest instances.
SOCRATES: Then if we want to see the true nature of pleasures as a class,
we should not look at the most diluted pleasures, but at the most extreme
and most vehement?
PROTARCHUS: In that every one will agree.
SOCRATES: And the obvious instances of the greatest pleasures, as we have
often said, are the pleasures of the body?
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: which dictated his determination. To produce the Heiress of
Ardenvohr to the world as one who had been educated a poor
dependant and musician in the family of Darnlinvarach, had
something in it that was humiliating. To introduce her as the
betrothed bride, or wedded wife, of the Earl of Menteith, upon an
attachment formed during her obscurity, was a warrant to the
world that she had at all times been worthy of the rank to which
she was elevated.
It was under the influence of these considerations that Sir
Duncan Campbell announced to the lovers his consent that they
should be married in the chapel of the Castle, by Montrose's
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: she sat immovable, her face as white as the hand on which she had
bowed her head.
Across the hall Helen McIntyre tossed from one side to the other in
her soft bed; her restless longing to get up was growing stronger and
stronger. While Mrs. Brewster's deft fingers and the cooling cologne
had stopped the throbbing in her temples, they had brought only
temporary relief in their train and not the sleep which Helen craved.
She strained her ears to discover the time by the ticking of her
clock, but either it was between the half or quarters of an hour,
or it had stopped, for no chimes sounded. With a gasp of
exasperation, Helen flung back the bed clothes and sat up. Switching
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