| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: and neither to be counted on nor to be resisted. Some one had only
sometimes to put in a penny for a stamp and the whole thing was
upon her. She was so absurdly constructed that these were
literally the moments that made up--made up for the long stiffness
of sitting there in the stocks, made up for the cunning hostility
of Mr. Buckton and the importunate sympathy of the counter-clerk,
made up for the daily deadly flourishy letter from Mr. Mudge, made
up even for the most haunting of her worries, the rage at moments
of not knowing how her mother did "get it."
She had surrendered herself moreover of late to a certain expansion
of her consciousness; something that seemed perhaps vulgarly
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from On Revenues by Xenophon: full assurance that there is no danger either of the ore itself being
exhausted or of silver becoming depreciated. And in advancing these
views I am merely following a precedent set me by the state herself.
So it seems to me, since the state permits any foreigner who desires
it to undertake mining operations on a footing of equality[9] with her
own citizens.
[9] Or, "at an equal rent with that which she imposes on her own
citizens." See Boeckh, "P. E. A." IV. x. (p. 540, Eng. tr.)
But, to make my meaning clearer on the question of maintenance, I will
at this point explain in detail how the silver mines may be furnished
and extended so as to render them much more useful to the state. Only
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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: virtue, more knowledge, more self-control, even though I earn scanty
bread by heavy toil; and when I compare the Caesar of Rome or the
great king, whether of Egypt, Babylon, or Persia, with the hermit of
the Thebaid, starving in his frock of camel's hair, with his soul
fixed on the ineffable glories of the unseen, and striving, however
wildly and fantastically, to become an angel and not an ape, I will
say the hermit, and not the Caesar, is the civilised man.
There are plenty of histories of civilisation and theories of
civilisation abroad in the world just now, and which profess to show
you how the primeval savage has, or at least may have, become the
civilised man. For my part, with all due and careful consideration,
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