| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Economist by Xenophon: his other cares?
Soc. We have only to investigate the matter, Critobulus, and I daresay
we shall discover whether this is so or not. We are agreed that he
takes strong interest in military matters; since, however numerous the
tributary nations, there is a governor to each, and every governor has
orders from the king what number of cavalry, archers, slingers and
targeteers[3] it is his business to support, as adequate to control
the subject population, or in case of hostile attack to defend the
country. Apart from these the king keeps garrisons in all the
citadels. The actual support of these devolves upon the governor, to
whom the duty is assigned. The king himself meanwhile conducts the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Aspern Papers by Henry James: but nonetheless it worked happily into the sentimental
interest I had always taken in the early movements of my
countrymen as visitors to Europe. When Americans went abroad
in 1820 there was something romantic, almost heroic in it,
as compared with the perpetual ferryings of the present hour,
when photography and other conveniences have annihilated surprise.
Miss Bordereau sailed with her family on a tossing brig,
in the days of long voyages and sharp differences; she had her
emotions on the top of yellow diligences, passed the night
at inns where she dreamed of travelers' tales, and was struck,
on reaching the Eternal City, with the elegance of Roman pearls
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: as he turned abruptly away, and tears In Lute's eyes as they met his. She was
silent in her sympathy, though the pressure of her hand was firm in his as he
walked beside her horse down the dusty road.
"It was done deliberately," Chris burst forth suddenly. "There was no warning.
He deliberately flung himself over backward."
"There was no warning," Lute concurred. "I was looking. I saw him. He whirled
and threw himself at the same time, just as if you had done it yourself, with
a tremendous jerk and backward pull on the bit."
"It was not my hand, I swear it. I was not even thinking of him. He was going
up with a fairly loose rein, as a matter of course."
"I should have seen it, had you done it," Lute said. "But it was all done
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