|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from My Bondage and My Freedom by Frederick Douglass:
Christian's God, and looking hopefully for life and immortality
beyond the grave--we are called upon to prove that we are men!
Would you have me argue that man is entitled to liberty? that he
is the rightful owner of his own body? You have already declared
it. Must I argue the wrongfulness of slavery? Is that a
question for republicans? <352>Is it to be settled by the rules
of logic and argumentation, as a matter beset with great
difficulty, involving a doubtful application of the principle of
justice, hard to be understood? How should I look to-day in the
presence of Americans, dividing and subdividing a discourse, to
show that men have a natural right to freedom, speaking of it
My Bondage and My Freedom
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from New Arabian Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson:
and ducked a ridiculous bow at Thevenin, and laughed still louder.
Then he sat down suddenly, all of a heap, upon a stool, and
continued laughing bitterly as though he would shake himself to
Montigny recovered his composure first.
"Let's see what he has about him," he remarked; and he picked the
dead man's pockets with a practised hand, and divided the money
into four equal portions on the table. "There's for you," he said.
The monk received his share with a deep sigh, and a single stealthy
glance at the dead Thevenin, who was beginning to sink into himself
and topple sideways of the chair.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates:
"I have," he said, "But back-ache would have been worse."
I sank back in my seat with an injured air. The coach swayed
slightly, as it rattled over the points. The train was gathering
speed. In the far corner of the compartment the brooch of a gay
green hat winked at me over the top of The Daily Glass.
"That's a nice thing," said I.
"What?" said the girl, laying down her paper.
"Oh, nothing. Only the train's run through the station I was
going to get out at. That's all."
"How tiresome for you!"
"There are consolations. You would never have opened your small
The Brother of Daphne