|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Russia in 1919 by Arthur Ransome:
did not believe there would be a revolution in England.
Lenin. "We have a saying that a man may have typhoid
while still on his legs. Twenty, maybe thirty years ago I had
abortive typhoid, and was going about with it,
had had it some days before it knocked me over. Well,
England and France and Italy have caught the disease
already. England may seem to you to be untouched, but the
microbe is already there."
I said that just as his typhoid was abortive typhoid, so the
disturbances in England to which he alluded might well be
abortive revolution, and come to nothing. I told him the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Republic by Plato:
like the other second titles of the Platonic Dialogues, may therefore be
assumed to be of later date. Morgenstern and others have asked whether the
definition of justice, which is the professed aim, or the construction of
the State is the principal argument of the work. The answer is, that the
two blend in one, and are two faces of the same truth; for justice is the
order of the State, and the State is the visible embodiment of justice
under the conditions of human society. The one is the soul and the other
is the body, and the Greek ideal of the State, as of the individual, is a
fair mind in a fair body. In Hegelian phraseology the state is the reality
of which justice is the idea. Or, described in Christian language, the
kingdom of God is within, and yet developes into a Church or external
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather:
and her brothers. He keeps strict account of everything he raises
on it, and puts the proceeds out at compound interest for them."
Nils smiled as he watched the little flames shoot up. The
door of the back stairs opened, and Hilda emerged, her arms behind
her, buttoning up her long gingham apron as she came. He nodded to
her gaily, and she twinkled at him out of her little blue eyes, set
far apart over her wide cheekbones.
"There, Hilda, you grind the coffee--and just put in an extra
handful; I expect your Cousin Nils likes his strong," said Mrs.
Ericson, as she went out to the shed.
Nils turned to look at the little girl, who gripped the coffee
The Troll Garden and Selected Stories