| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: side of him, and his eyes staring, and his face getting redder and redder:
and all he could say was, 'My Gawd! my Gawd!' I thought he'd burst. And
Halket stood there looking straight in front of him, as though he didn't
see a soul of us all there."
"What did the Captain do?"
"Oh, as soon as Halket turned away he started swearing, but he got the tail
of one oath hooked on to the head of another. It was nearly as good as
Halket himself. And when he'd finished and got sane a bit, he said Halket
was to walk up and down there all day and keep watch on the nigger. And he
gave orders that if the big troop didn't come up tonight, that he was to be
potted first thing in the morning, and that Halket was to shoot him."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Republic by Plato: eternity. Nevertheless, I do not wonder that the many refuse to believe;
for they have never seen that of which we are now speaking realized; they
have seen only a conventional imitation of philosophy, consisting of words
artificially brought together, not like these of ours having a natural
unity. But a human being who in word and work is perfectly moulded, as far
as he can be, into the proportion and likeness of virtue--such a man ruling
in a city which bears the same image, they have never yet seen, neither one
nor many of them--do you think that they ever did?
No indeed.
No, my friend, and they have seldom, if ever, heard free and noble
sentiments; such as men utter when they are earnestly and by every means in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Burning Daylight by Jack London: waiting group. "You-all might as well get right down and take
your baptizing. You-all might down me any other day in the year,
but on my birthday I want you-all to know I'm the best man. Is
that Pat Hanrahan's mug looking hungry and willing? Come on,
Pat." Pat Hanrahan, ex-bare-knuckle-prize fighter and
roughhouse-expert, stepped forth. The two men came against each
other in grips, and almost before he had exerted himself the
Irishman found himself in the merciless vise of a half-Nelson
that buried him head and shoulders in the snow. Joe Hines,
ex-lumber-jack, came down with an impact equal to a fall from a
two-story building--his overthrow accomplished by a
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