| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Shadow Line by Joseph Conrad: I beckoned him to follow me into the saloon
where I sat down to write a letter of recommenda-
tion for him to a man I knew on shore.
When finished I pushed it across the table. "It
may be of some good to you when you leave the
hospital."
He took it, put it in his pocket. His eyes were
looking away from me--nowhere. His face was
anxiously set.
"How are you feeling now?" I asked.
"I don't feel bad now, sir," he answered stiffly.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from I Have A Dream by Martin Luther King, Jr.: our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our
freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march
ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the
devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can
never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue
of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and
the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the
Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.
We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi
cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Several Works by Edgar Allan Poe: vibrations of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes,
during which, that I might hearken to it with the more
satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon the bones.
When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel, and
finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh
tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I
again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw
a few feeble rays upon the figure within.
A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly
from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently
back. For a brief moment I hesitated-- I trembled. Unsheathing my
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