| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Agesilaus by Xenophon: transported his infantry over into that country just has he had done
before, and as before he posted his cavalry in the plain of the
Maeander.
This time, however, Agesilaus was true to his word. In accordance with
his published order he advanced straight upon the region of Sardis,
and, during a three days' march through a country where not an enemy
was to be seen, provided his army with abundant supplies. On the
fourth day the enemy's cavalry came up. The Persian general ordered
the commandant of his baggage train to cross the Pactolus and encamp,
whilst his troopers, who had caught sight of the camp followers of the
Hellenes scattered in search of booty, put many of them to the sword.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: and the passage was protected by wooden railings. Upon the one
side were tiers of seats for the castle gentlefolks and the
guests. Upon the other stood the burghers from the town, clad in
sober dun and russet, and yeomanry in green and brown. The whole
of the great vaulted hall was full of the dull hum of many people
waiting, and a ceaseless restlessness stirred the crowded throng.
But at last a whisper went around that the King was coming. A
momentary hush fell, and through it was heard the noisy clatter
of horses' feet coming nearer and nearer, and then stopping
before the door. The sudden blare of trumpets broke through the
hush; another pause, and then in through the great door-way of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: She started at my touch. Then she seemed to remember, and flung
herself into her part with abandon.
When the ghost was on, I had a brilliant idea.
"Leave the hangman out," I whispered, "and put up Judy instead.
We'll have a reconciliation to finish with."
And so to Punch, sobered, shaking, cowering in the corner, with
his little plaster hands before his face, came his poor wife.
(Oh, but she did it well !) Gently, timidly, bravely, she laid a
trembling hand upon his shoulder, and coaxed his hands from
before his frightened eyes, then, backing, stood with
outstretched, appealing little arms- a gesture at once so loving
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