|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom by William and Ellen Craft:
stand, than will be found in the following lines--
"Why stands she near the auction stand?
That girl so young and fair;
What brings her to this dismal place?
Why stands she weeping there?
Why does she raise that bitter cry?
Why hangs her head with shame,
As now the auctioneer's rough voice
So rudely calls her name!
But see! she grasps a manly hand,
And in a voice so low,
Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott:
for falling in love with herself, than one for giving preference
to another woman. Coragio then, my brave guest! for if thou
layest a petition from Sir Hugh at the foot of the throne,
bucklered by the story of thine own wrongs, the favourite Earl
dared as soon leap into the Thames at the fullest and deepest, as
offer to protect Varney in a cause of this nature. But to do
this with any chance of success, you must go formally to work;
and, without staying here to tilt with the master of horse to a
privy councillor, and expose yourself to the dagger of his
cameradoes, you should hie you to Devonshire, get a petition
drawn up for Sir Hugh Robsart, and make as many friends as you
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Selected Writings of Guy De Maupassant by Guy De Maupassant:
work. But now that the perspective of time is lengthening,
enabling us to form a more deliberate, and therefore a juster,
view of his complete achievement, we are driven irresistibly to
the conclusion that the force that shaped and swayed Maupassant's
prose writings was the conviction that in life there could be no
phase so noble or so mean, so honorable or so contemptible, so
lofty or so low as to be unworthy of chronicling,--no groove of
human virtue or fault, success or failure, wisdom or folly that
did not possess its own peculiar psychological aspect and
therefore demanded analysis.
To this analysis Maupassant brought a facile and dramatic pen, a