|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne:
would have been led to speak of their situation. But Marfa
Strogoff, from a caution which may be easily understood,
never spoke about herself except with the greatest brevity.
She never made the smallest allusion to her son, nor to the
Nadia also, if not completely silent, spoke little. How-
ever, one day her heart overflowed, and she told all the
events which had occurred from her departure from Wladi-
mir to the death of Nicholas Korpanoff.
All that her young companion told intensely interested
the old Siberian. "Nicholas Korpanoff!" said she. "Tell
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Egmont by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe:
sweep it away from the land which it usurps. (Drums.)
Hark! Hark! How often has this sound summoned my joyous steps to the
field of battle and of victory! How bravely did I tread, with my gallant
comrades, the dangerous path of fame! And now, from this dungeon I
shall go forth, to meet a glorious death; I die for freedom, for whose cause
I have lived and fought, and for whom I now offer myself up at sorrowing
(The background is occupied by Spanish soldiers with halberts.)
Yes, lead them on! Close your ranks, ye terrify me not. I am accustomed
to stand amid the serried ranks of war, and environed by the threatening
forms of death, to feel, with double zest, the energy of life. (Drums.)
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar:
compressed into her hold.
"Niggers!" roared Finnegan wrathily.
"Niggers! niggers! Kill 'em, scabs!" chorused the crowd.
With muscles standing out like cables through their blue cotton
shirts, and sweat rolling from glossy black skins, the Negro
stevedores were at work steadily labouring at the cotton, with
the rhythmic song swinging its cadence in the hot air. The roar
of the crowd caused the men to look up with momentary
apprehension, but at the over-seer's reassuring word they bent
back to work.
Finnegan was a Titan. With livid face and bursting veins he ran
The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories