| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling: 'I know what sort o' man you be,'old Hobden grunted,
groping for the potatoes round the fire.
'Do ye?' Tom went on behind his back. 'Some of us
can't abide Horseshoes, or Church Bells, or Running
Water; an', talkin' o' runnin' water' - he turned to
Hobden, who was backing out of the roundel - 'd'you
mind the great floods at Robertsbridge, when the miller's
man was drowned in the street?'
'Middlin' well.' Old Hobden let himself down on the
coals by the fire-door. 'I was courtin' my woman on the
Marsh that year. Carter to Mus' Plum I was, gettin' ten
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Polity of Athenians and Lacedaemonians by Xenophon: reflection on these matters will serve to dispel the notion that there
is any danger at Athens from persons visited with disenfranchisement.
THE POLITY OF THE LACEDAEMONIANS
I
I recall the astonishment with which I[1] first noted the unique
position[2] of Sparta amongst the states of Hellas, the relatively
sparse population,[3] and at the same time the extraordinary power and
prestige of the community. I was puzzled to account for the fact. It
was only when I came to consider the peculiar institutions of the
Spartans that my wonderment ceased. Or rather, it is transferred to
the legislator who gave them those laws, obedience to which has been
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Off on a Comet by Jules Verne: on their way their conversation naturally was engrossed by the subject
of the dire necessities which only too manifestly were awaiting them.
A discussion more than usually animated arose between them, for the two
men were not altogether of the same mind as to the measures that ought
to be adopted in order to open the fairest chance of avoiding a fatal
climax to their exposure; the captain persisted that an entirely new abode
must be sought, while the lieutenant was equally bent upon devising
a method of some sort by which their present quarters might be rendered
sufficiently warm. All at once, in the very heat of his argument,
Procope paused; he passed his hand across his eyes, as if to dispel a mist,
and stood, with a fixed gaze centered on a point towards the south.
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