|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:
philosophes e Rome se tuent?
TIGELLIN. Il y en a qui se tuent, Seigneur. Ce sont les Stoiciens.
Ce sont de gens tres grossiers. Enfin, ce sont des gens tres
ridicules. Moi, je les trouve tres ridicules.
HERODE. Moi aussi. C'est ridicule de se tuer.
TIGELLIN. On rit beaucoup d'eux e Rome. L'empereur a fait un poeme
satirique contre eux. On le recite partout.
HERODE. Ah! il a fait un poeme satirique contre eux? Cesar est
merveilleux. Il peut tout faire . . . C'est etrange qu'il se soit
tue, le jeune Syrien. Je le regrette. Oui, je le regrette
beaucoup. Car il etait beau. Il etait meme tres beau. Il avait
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Collected Articles by Frederick Douglass:
but to my anxious mind it was moving far too slowly. Minutes were hours,
and hours were days during this part of my flight. After Maryland,
I was to pass through Delaware--another slave State, where slave-catchers
generally awaited their prey, for it was not in the interior of the State,
but on its borders, that these human hounds were most vigilant and active.
The border lines between slavery and freedom were the dangerous ones
for the fugitives. The heart of no fox or deer, with hungry hounds
on his trail in full chase, could have beaten more anxiously or noisily
than did mine from the time I left Baltimore till I reached Philadelphia.
The passage of the Susquehanna River at Havre de Grace was at that time
made by ferry-boat, on board of which I met a young colored man by the name
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Blue Flower by Henry van Dyke:
the mountain-path with singing, to rejoice beside the spring
from which the river flows and to remember the one who opened it.
We call it the River Carita. And the name of the city is no more
Ablis, but Saloma, which is Peace. And the name of him who died
to find the Source for us is so dear that we speak it only when
"But there are many things yet to learn about our city,
and some that seem dark and cast a shadow on my thoughts.
Therefore, my son, I bid you to be my guest, for there is a
room in my house for the stranger; and to-morrow and on the
following days you shall see how life goes with us, and read,