| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Iliad by Homer: brow of Troy."
Thus did they converse. But Ajax could no longer hold his ground
for the shower of darts that rained upon him; the will of Jove
and the javelins of the Trojans were too much for him; the helmet
that gleamed about his temples rang with the continuous clatter
of the missiles that kept pouring on to it and on to the
cheek-pieces that protected his face. Moreover his left shoulder
was tired with having held his shield so long, yet for all this,
let fly at him as they would, they could not make him give
ground. He could hardly draw his breath, the sweat rained from
every pore of his body, he had not a moment's respite, and on all
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Alexandria and her Schools by Charles Kingsley: great root-idea of their philosophy, we must not imitate them. We must
not believe that the last of the Alexandrians was under no divine
teaching, because he had be-systemed himself into confused notions of
what that teaching was like. Yes, there was good in poor old Proclus;
and it too came from the only source whence all good comes. Were there
no good in him I could not laugh at him as I have done; I could only
hate him. There are moments when he rises above his theories; moments
when he recurs in spirit, if not in the letter, to the faith of Homer,
almost to the faith of Philo. Whether these are the passages of his
which his modern admirers prize most, I cannot tell. I should fancy
not: nevertheless I will read you one of them.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: nothing slipshod about her performance. The chubby songster
found time to proffer brief explanations in asides. "They want
the patriotic stuff. It used to be all that Hawaiian dope, and
Wild Irish Rose stuff, and songs about wanting to go back to
every place from Dixie to Duluth. But now seems it's all these
here flag wavers. Honestly, I'm so sick of 'em I got a notion to
enlist to get away from it."
Terry eyed him with withering briefness. "A little training
wouldn't ruin your figure."
She had never objected to Orville's embonpoint. But then,
Orville was a different sort of fat man; pink-cheeked, springy,
One Basket |
