| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Polity of Athenians and Lacedaemonians by Xenophon: The Hiero 1
The Agesilaus 1
The Polity of the Athenians and the Lacedaemonians 2
Text in brackets "{}" is my transliteration of Greek text into
English using an Oxford English Dictionary alphabet table. The
diacritical marks have been lost.
Etext prepared by John Bickers, [email protected].
The Polity of the Athenians and the Lacedaemonians
by Xenophon
Translation by H. G. Dakyns
The Polity of the Lacedaemonians talks about the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Juana by Honore de Balzac: which added to its expression of seraphic calmness a passionate pride,
like a flash of light infused beneath that diaphanous complexion,--
due, perhaps, to the Moorish blood which vivified and colored it. Her
hair, raised to the top of her head, fell thence with black
reflections round the delicate transparent ears and defined the
outlines of a blue-veined throat. These luxuriant locks brought into
strong relief the dazzling eyes and the scarlet lips of a well-arched
mouth. The bodice of the country set off the lines of a figure that
swayed as easily as a branch of willow. She was not the Virgin of
Italy, but the Virgin of Spain, of Murillo, the only artist daring
enough to have painted the Mother of God intoxicated with the joy of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: your namesake, that marched surgeon in the year '45 with my battalion."
"I believe that would be a brother to Balfour of Baith," said I, for I
was ready for the surgeon now.
"The same, sir," said James More. "And since I have been fellow-
soldier with your kinsman, you must suffer me to grasp your hand."
He shook hands with me long and tenderly, beaming on me the while as
though he had found a brother.
"Ah!" says he, "these are changed days since your cousin and I heard
the balls whistle in our lugs."
"I think he was a very far-away cousin," said I, drily, "and I ought to
tell you that I never clapped eyes upon the man."
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