| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne: insinuation--he was however frank and generous in his nature, and at all
times open to conviction; so that he had scarce got to the last word of
this ungracious retort, when his conscience smote him.
My mother was then conjugally swinging with her left arm twisted under his
right, in such wise, that the inside of her hand rested upon the back of
his--she raised her fingers, and let them fall--it could scarce be call'd a
tap; or if it was a tap--'twould have puzzled a casuist to say, whether
'twas a tap of remonstrance, or a tap of confession: my father, who was
all sensibilities from head to foot, class'd it right--Conscience redoubled
her blow--he turn'd his face suddenly the other way, and my mother
supposing his body was about to turn with it in order to move homewards, by
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sophist by Plato: STRANGER: Meaning to say that the soul is something which exists?
THEAETETUS: True.
STRANGER: And do they not say that one soul is just, and another unjust,
and that one soul is wise, and another foolish?
THEAETETUS: Certainly.
STRANGER: And that the just and wise soul becomes just and wise by the
possession of justice and wisdom, and the opposite under opposite
circumstances?
THEAETETUS: Yes, they do.
STRANGER: But surely that which may be present or may be absent will be
admitted by them to exist?
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Dwarf by Walter Scott: accompanied him, glided round the enclosure of the garden, and
seemed to disappear from the eyes of the admiring Hobbie.
"Saw ever mortal the like o' that!" said Elliot; "but my case is
desperate, sae, if he were Beelzebub himsell, I'se venture down
the brae on him."
Yet, notwithstanding his assumed courage, he slackened his pace,
when, nearly upon the very spot where he had last seen the tall
figure, he discerned, as if lurking among the long heather, a
small black rough-looking object, like a terrier dog.
"He has nae dog that ever I heard of," said Hobbie, "but mony a
deil about his hand--lord forgie me for saying sic a word!--It
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