| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Hellenica by Xenophon: [16] I.e. who had already seen ten years of service, i.e. over twenty-
eight, as the Spartan was eligible to serve at eighteen. Cf. Xen.
"Hell." III. iv. 23; VI. iv. 176.
[17] The outer Ceramicus, "the most beautiful spot outside the walls."
Cf. Thuc. ii. 34; through it passes the street of the tombs on the
sacred road; and here was the place of burial for all persons
honoured with a public funeral. Cf. Arist. "Birds," 395.
Watching how matters went, Thrasybulus began his advance with the
whole of his heavy infantry to support his light troops and quickly
fell into line eight deep, acting as a screen to the rest of his
troops. Pausanias, on his side, had retired, sorely pressed, about
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maid Marian by Thomas Love Peacock: she should not have known her own true Robin. Robin took his harp
and went to the wedding.
Robin found the bishop and his train in the church porch,
impatiently expecting the arrival of the bride and bridegroom.
The clerk was observing to the bishop that the knight was somewhat gouty,
and that the necessity of walking the last quarter of a mile from
the road to the churchyard probably detained the lively bridegroom
rather longer than had been calculated upon.
"Oh! by my fey," said the music-loving bishop, "here comes a harper
in the nick of time, and now I care not how long they tarry.
Ho! honest friend, are you come to play at the wedding?"
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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: hills to where a set of bars let out on the county road which ran along the
bottom of the valley. The girl sat her horse while the man dismounted and
began taking down the bars.
"No--wait!" she cried, before he had touched the two lower bars.
She urged the mare forward a couple of strides, and then the animal lifted
over the bars in a clean little jump. The man's eyes sparkled, and he clapped
his hands.
"You beauty! you beauty!" the girl cried, leaning forward impulsively in the
saddle and pressing her cheek to the mare's neck where it burned flame-color
in the sun.
"Let's trade horses for the ride in," she suggested, when he had led his horse
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