|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:
for parts unknown. I never saw a fellow so badly
scared about losing his slave in my life. Now,"
continued the guard, "let me give you a little
friendly advice. When you get to Philadelphia,
run away and leave that cripple, and have your
liberty." "No, sir," I indifferently replied, "I
can't promise to do that." "Why not?" said the
* I may state here that every man slave is called boy till he
is very old, then the more respectable slaveholders call him
uncle. The women are all girls till they are aged, then they
are called aunts. This is the reason why Mrs. Stowe calls her
Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield:
rubbed it with the toes of the other foot; she was trembling. Oh, it had
all been so sad lately. Was it going to change? But all her grandma said
was, "Make haste, child. I should leave your nice banana for the
stewardess as you haven't eaten it." And Fenella put on her black clothes
again and a button sprang off one of her gloves and rolled to where she
couldn't reach it. They went up on deck.
But if it had been cold in the cabin, on deck it was like ice. The sun was
not up yet, but the stars were dim, and the cold pale sky was the same
colour as the cold pale sea. On the land a white mist rose and fell. Now
they could see quite plainly dark bush. Even the shapes of the umbrella
ferns showed, and those strange silvery withered trees that are like
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard:
'Certainly,' he replied; 'and it is your last shift.'
Then I knew that the man believed that I was going to my death. In
five minutes I was standing before Cortes in his private house. At
his side was Marina and around him were several of his companions
in arms. The great man looked at me for a while, then spoke.
'Your name is Wingfield; you are of mixed blood, half English and
half Spanish. You were cast away in the Tobasco River and taken to
Tenoctitlan. There you were doomed to personate the Aztec god
Tezcat, and were rescued by us when we captured the great teocalli.
Subsequently you joined the Aztecs and took part in the attack and
slaughter of the noche triste. You were afterwards the friend and