| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Critias by Plato: into another, and to the city. Twice in the year they gathered the fruits
of the earth--in winter having the benefit of the rains of heaven, and in
summer the water which the land supplied by introducing streams from the
canals.
As to the population, each of the lots in the plain had to find a leader
for the men who were fit for military service, and the size of a lot was a
square of ten stadia each way, and the total number of all the lots was
sixty thousand. And of the inhabitants of the mountains and of the rest of
the country there was also a vast multitude, which was distributed among
the lots and had leaders assigned to them according to their districts and
villages. The leader was required to furnish for the war the sixth portion
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: slightly known to Carter, was a dignified maltese; and would prove
highly influential in any transaction. It was dawn when they came
to the proper edge of the wood, and Carter bade his friends a
reluctant farewell. The young sub-lieutenant he had met as a small
kitten would have followed him had not the old general forbidden
it, but that austere patriarch insisted that the path of duty
lay with the tribe and the army. So Carter set out alone over
the golden fields that stretched mysterious beside a willow-fringed
river, and the cats went back into the wood.
Well did the traveller
know those garden lands that lie betwixt the wood of the Cerenerian
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Child of Storm by H. Rider Haggard: because it is some time ago, and if I could write I would set down the
history of that march, for we fought some great battles with the people
who used to live in this country. Afterwards I was the friend of the
Father of the Zulus, he whom they still call Inkoosi Umkulu--the mighty
chief--you may have heard tell of him. I carved that stool on which you
sit for him and he left it back to me when he died."
"Inkoosi Umkulu!" I exclaimed. "Why, they say he lived hundreds of
years ago."
"Do they, Macumazahn? If so, have I not told you that we black people
cannot count as well as you do? Really it was only the other day.
Anyhow, after his death the Zulus began to maltreat us Undwandwe and the
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