| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Tapestried Chamber by Walter Scott: spending a second night under that roof!"
Strange as the General's tale was, he spoke with such a deep air
of conviction that it cut short all the usual commentaries which
are made on such stories. Lord Woodville never once asked him if
he was sure he did not dream of the apparition, or suggested any
of the possibilities by which it is fashionable to explain
supernatural appearances as wild vagaries of the fancy, or
deceptions of the optic nerves, On the contrary, he seemed deeply
impressed with the truth and reality of what he had heard; and,
after a considerable pause regretted, with much appearance of
sincerity, that his early friend should in his house have
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Meno by Plato: because fastened by a chain.
MENO: What you are saying, Socrates, seems to be very like the truth.
SOCRATES: I too speak rather in ignorance; I only conjecture. And yet
that knowledge differs from true opinion is no matter of conjecture with
me. There are not many things which I profess to know, but this is most
certainly one of them.
MENO: Yes, Socrates; and you are quite right in saying so.
SOCRATES: And am I not also right in saying that true opinion leading the
way perfects action quite as well as knowledge?
MENO: There again, Socrates, I think you are right.
SOCRATES: Then right opinion is not a whit inferior to knowledge, or less
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: and range are real, my cowboys are typical. If I were to tell
you how I feel about them it would simply be a story of how
Madeline Hammond sees the West. They are true to the West. It
is I who am strange, and what I feel for them may be strange,
too. Edith, hold to your own impressions."
"But, Majesty, my impressions have changed. At first I did not
like the wind, the dust, the sun, the endless open stretches.
But now I do like them. Where once I saw only terrible wastes of
barren ground now I see beauty and something noble. Then, at
first, your cowboys struck me as dirty, rough, loud, crude,
savage--all that was primitive. I did not want them near me. I
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