| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Memorabilia by Xenophon: mass of those devoted to politics at that date, but at the same time
he was a man who shrank from approaching the people or busying himself
with the concerns of the state. Accordingly Socrates addressed him
thus:
[1] See last chapter for his relationship to Glaucon (the younger) and
Plato; for a conception of his character, Plato's dialogue
"Charmides"; "Theag." 128 E; "Hell." II. iv. 19; "Symp." iv. 31;
Grote, "Plato," i. 480.
Tell me, Charmides, supposing some one competent to win a victory in
the arena and to receive a crown,[2] whereby he will gain honour
himself and make the land of his fathers more glorious in Hellas,[3]
The Memorabilia |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Commission in Lunacy by Honore de Balzac: judge's room. "Madame Jeanrenaud, whom you summoned exactly as if I
were a thief, neither more nor less."
The common words were spoken in a common voice, broken by the wheezing
of asthma, and ending in a cough.
"When I go through a damp place, I can't tell you what I suffer, sir.
I shall never make old bones, saving your presence. However, here I
am."
The lawyer was quite amazed at the appearance of this supposed
Marechale d'Ancre. Madame Jeanrenaud's face was pitted with an
infinite number of little holes, was very red, with a pug nose and a
low forehead, and was as round as a ball; for everything about the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte: a very long time. And, perhaps, when I did these things again it
would be with different feelings: circumstances might be changed,
and this house might never be my settled home again. My dear
little friend, the kitten, would certainly be changed: she was
already growing a fine cat; and when I returned, even for a hasty
visit at Christmas, would, most likely, have forgotten both her
playmate and her merry pranks. I had romped with her for the last
time; and when I stroked her soft bright fur, while she lay purring
herself to sleep in my lap, it was with a feeling of sadness I
could not easily disguise. Then at bed-time, when I retired with
Mary to our quiet little chamber, where already my drawers were
Agnes Grey |
