| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Eryxias by Platonic Imitator: free, we should have no need of wealth? can we give an answer? If we have
none, suppose that we restate the question thus:--If a man could live
without food or drink, and yet suffer neither hunger nor thirst, would he
want either money or anything else in order to supply his needs?
ERYXIAS: He would not.
SOCRATES: And does not this apply in other cases? If we did not want for
the service of the body the things of which we now stand in need, and heat
and cold and the other bodily sensations were unperceived by us, there
would be no use in this so-called wealth, if no one, that is, had any
necessity for those things which now make us wish for wealth in order that
we may satisfy the desires and needs of the body in respect of our various
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln: supposed that Mr. Turnbull meant to try and enter the house in his
own proper person; it never dawned on me that he would resort to
disguise. Besides," as the coroner started to make a remark, "we
have had numerous robberies in our neighborhood, and the apartment
house two blocks from us has had a regular epidemic of sneak
thieves."
The coroner waited until Dr. Mayo, who had been writing with
feverish haste, had picked up a fresh sheet of paper before
resuming his examination.
"You accompanied your sister to the police court," he said. "Did
you see the burglar there?"
The Red Seal |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Snow Image by Nathaniel Hawthorne: been busy all the day long, and was glad to get back to his quiet
home. His eyes brightened at the sight of his wife and children,
although he could not help uttering a word or two of surprise, at
finding the whole family in the open air, on so bleak a day, and
after sunset too. He soon perceived the little white stranger
sporting to and fro in the garden, like a dancing snow-wreath,
and the flock of snow-birds fluttering about her head.
"Pray, what little girl may that be?" inquired this very sensible
man. "Surely her mother must be crazy to let her go out in such
bitter weather as it has been to-day, with only that flimsy white
gown and those thin slippers!"
The Snow Image |
