| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ion by Plato: ION: Yes.
SOCRATES: You would argue, as I should, that when one art is of one kind
of knowledge and another of another, they are different?
ION: Yes.
SOCRATES: Yes, surely; for if the subject of knowledge were the same,
there would be no meaning in saying that the arts were different,--if they
both gave the same knowledge. For example, I know that here are five
fingers, and you know the same. And if I were to ask whether I and you
became acquainted with this fact by the help of the same art of arithmetic,
you would acknowledge that we did?
ION: Yes.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Off on a Comet by Jules Verne: He noticed, too, that they did not fall perpendicularly,
but seemed to slide along, from which he inferred that the sides
of the crater were sloping; he had therefore reason to hope
that a descent would be found practicable.
Larger and larger grew the orifice; at length it would admit a man's body,
and Ben Zoof, carrying a torch, pushed himself through it, followed by
the lieutenant and Servadac. Procope's conjecture proved correct.
On entering the crater, they found that the sides slanted at the angle
of about 4 degrees ; moreover, the eruption had evidently been of
recent origin, dating probably only from the shock which had invested
Gallia with a proportion of the atmosphere of the earth, and beneath
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: facing the western gate of the temple. Presently I heard the sound
of a multitude shouting, and amidst it the tramp of horses and
armed soldiers, and from a seat in my chamber I saw the Spaniards
advance down the great street, and my heart beat at the sight of
Christian men. In front, clad in rich armour, rode their leader
Cortes, a man of middle size but noble bearing, with thoughtful
eyes that noted everything, and after him, some few on horseback
but the most of them on foot, marched his little army of
conquerors, staring about them with bold wondering eyes and jesting
to each other in Castilian. They were but a handful, bronzed with
the sun and scarred by battle, some of them ill-armed and almost in
Montezuma's Daughter |
