|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne:
hanging upon his trembling lips!' (I would not read another line of it,
quoth Trim for all this world;--I fear, an' please your Honours, all this
is in Portugal, where my poor brother Tom is. I tell thee, Trim, again,
quoth my father, 'tis not an historical account,--'tis a description.--'Tis
only a description, honest man, quoth Slop, there's not a word of truth in
it.--That's another story, replied my father.--However, as Trim reads it
with so much concern,--'tis cruelty to force him to go on with it.--Give me
hold of the sermon, Trim,--I'll finish it for thee, and thou may'st go. I
must stay and hear it too, replied Trim, if your Honour will allow me;--
tho' I would not read it myself for a Colonel's pay.--Poor Trim! quoth my
uncle Toby. My father went on.)
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Collected Articles by Frederick Douglass:
has been spoken in favor of equal rights and impartial suffrage.
Radicalism, so far from being odious, is not the popular passport to power.
The men most bitterly charged with it go to Congress with the
largest majorities, while the timid and doubtful are sent by lean majorities,
or else left at home. The strange controversy between the President
and the Congress, at one time so threatening, is disposed of by the people.
The high reconstructive powers which he so confidently, ostentatiously,
and haughtily claimed, have been disallowed, denounced, and utterly repudiated;
while those claimed by Congress have been confirmed.
Of the spirit and magnitude of the canvass nothing need be said.
The appeal was to the people, and the verdict was worthy of the tribunal.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Some Reminiscences by Joseph Conrad:
Madame Delestang, catching sight of my raised hat, would beckon
me with an amiable imperiousness to the side of the carriage, and
suggest with an air of amused nonchalance, "Venez donc faire un
tour avec nous," to which the husband would add an encouraging
"C'est ca. Allons, montez, jeune homme." He questioned me
sometimes, significantly but with perfect tact and delicacy, as
to the way I employed my time, and never failed to express the
hope that I wrote regularly to my "honoured uncle." I made no
secret of the way I employed my time, and I rather fancy that my
artless tales of the pilots and so on entertained Madame
Delestang, so far as that ineffable woman could be entertained by