|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death by Patrick Henry:
if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which
we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble
struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged
ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest
shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight!
An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable
an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week,
or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British
guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength but
irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
bulls. Oh, sir! and to go with he after dark over moor! 'Tis the
devil's devices, sir, against you, because you'm going against his
sarvants the Pope of Room and the Spaniard; and you'll be Pixy-led,
sure as life, and locked into a bog, you will, and see mun vanish
away to fire and brimstone, like a jack-o'-lantern. Oh, have a
care, then, have a care!"
And the old man wrung his hands, while Amyas, bursting with
laughter, rode off down the park, with the unconscious Yeo at his
stirrup, chatting away about the Indies, and delighting Amyas more
and more by his shrewdness, high spirit, and rough eloquence.
They had gone ten miles or more; the day began to draw in, and the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde:
Hamlet's humour with something of the surprise and justice of
comedy, is really not for such as they. They never die. Horatio,
who in order to 'report Hamlet and his cause aright to the
'Absents him from felicity a while,
And in this harsh world draws his breath in pain,'
dies, but Guildenstern and Rosencrantz are as immortal as Angelo
and Tartuffe, and should rank with them. They are what modern life
has contributed to the antique ideal of friendship. He who writes
a new DE AMICITIA must find a niche for them, and praise them in
Tusculan prose. They are types fixed for all time. To censure