| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from God The Invisible King by H. G. Wells: themselves. The practical unanimity of Nicaea was secured by
threats, and then, turning upon the victors, he sought by threats to
restore Arius to communion. The imperial aim was a common faith to
unite the empire. The crushing out of the Arians and of the
Paulicians and suchlike heretics, and more particularly the
systematic destruction by the orthodox of all heretical writings,
had about it none of that quality of honest conviction which comes
to those who have a real knowledge of God; it was a bawling down of
dissensions that, left to work themselves out, would have spoilt
good business; it was the fist of Nicolas of Myra over again, except
that after the days of Ambrose the sword of the executioner and the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Battle of the Books by Jonathan Swift: might be employed among themselves. And it seems I was neither an
ill prophet nor an ill counsellor; for it was nothing else but the
neglect of this caution which gave occasion to the terrible fight
that happened on Friday last between the Ancient and Modern Books
in the King's library. Now, because the talk of this battle is so
fresh in everybody's mouth, and the expectation of the town so
great to be informed in the particulars, I, being possessed of all
qualifications requisite in an historian, and retained by neither
party, have resolved to comply with the urgent importunity of my
friends, by writing down a full impartial account thereof.
The guardian of the regal library, a person of great valour, but
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: He was doing his best to pull a heavy cart, while a strong rough boy
was cutting him under the belly with his whip and chucking cruelly
at his little mouth. Could it be Merrylegs? It was just like him;
but then Mr. Blomefield was never to sell him, and I think
he would not do it; but this might have been quite as good a little fellow,
and had as happy a place when he was young.
I often noticed the great speed at which butchers' horses were made to go,
though I did not know why it was so till one day when we had to
wait some time in St. John's Wood. There was a butcher's shop next door,
and as we were standing a butcher's cart came dashing up at a great pace.
The horse was hot and much exhausted; he hung his head down, while his
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