| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Silas Marner by George Eliot: new leaf--_they_ must. What with mortgages and arrears, I'm as
short o' cash as a roadside pauper. And that fool Kimble says the
newspaper's talking about peace. Why, the country wouldn't have a
leg to stand on. Prices 'ud run down like a jack, and I should
never get my arrears, not if I sold all the fellows up. And there's
that damned Fowler, I won't put up with him any longer; I've told
Winthrop to go to Cox this very day. The lying scoundrel told me
he'd be sure to pay me a hundred last month. He takes advantage
because he's on that outlying farm, and thinks I shall forget him."
The Squire had delivered this speech in a coughing and interrupted
manner, but with no pause long enough for Godfrey to make it a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Symposium by Plato: shall speak well.
I should be strangely forgetful, Agathon replied Socrates, of the courage
and magnanimity which you showed when your own compositions were about to
be exhibited, and you came upon the stage with the actors and faced the
vast theatre altogether undismayed, if I thought that your nerves could be
fluttered at a small party of friends.
Do you think, Socrates, said Agathon, that my head is so full of the
theatre as not to know how much more formidable to a man of sense a few
good judges are than many fools?
Nay, replied Socrates, I should be very wrong in attributing to you,
Agathon, that or any other want of refinement. And I am quite aware that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson: than any battle. Then, when he hath got to earth with such ragged
handful as escapeth us - all his great friends fallen and fled
away, and none to give him aid - we shall beleaguer that old fox
about, and great shall be the fall of him. 'Tis a fat buck; he
will make a dinner for us all."
"Ay," returned Lawless, "I have eaten many of these dinners
beforehand; but the cooking of them is hot work, good Master Ellis.
And meanwhile what do we? We make black arrows, we write rhymes,
and we drink fair cold water, that discomfortable drink."
"Y' are untrue, Will Lawless. Ye still smell of the Grey Friars'
buttery; greed is your undoing," answered Ellis. "We took twenty
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