| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: disappeared from Argyleshire, had retreated northwards among the
dusky and impenetrable mountains of Lochaber.
The sagacity of the generals opposed to Montrose immediately
conjectured, that it was the purpose of their active antagonist
to fight with, and, if possible, to destroy Seaforth, ere they
could come to his assistance. This occasioned a corresponding
change in their operations. Leaving this chieftain to make the
best defence he could, Urrie and Baillie again separated their
forces from those of Argyle; and, having chiefly horse and
Lowland troops under their command, they kept the southern side
of the Grampian ridge, moving along eastward into the county of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Symposium by Plato: in want?' 'Yes, I did.' 'But how can he be a god who has no portion in
what is either good or fair?' 'Impossible.' 'Then you see that you also
deny the divinity of Love.'
'What then is Love?' I asked; 'Is he mortal?' 'No.' 'What then?' 'As in
the former instance, he is neither mortal nor immortal, but in a mean
between the two.' 'What is he, Diotima?' 'He is a great spirit (daimon),
and like all spirits he is intermediate between the divine and the mortal.'
'And what,' I said, 'is his power?' 'He interprets,' she replied, 'between
gods and men, conveying and taking across to the gods the prayers and
sacrifices of men, and to men the commands and replies of the gods; he is
the mediator who spans the chasm which divides them, and therefore in him
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton: herself in the glass, and saw her face, white in the
autumn dawn, with pinched cheeks and dark-ringed eyes,
and all the marks of her state that she herself would
never have noticed, but that Dr. Merkle's diagnosis had
made plain to her. She could not hope that those
signs would escape the watchful village; even before
her figure lost its shape she knew her face would
betray her.
Leaning from her window she looked out on the dark and
empty scene; the ashen houses with shuttered windows,
the grey road climbing the slope to the hemlock belt
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