| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom by William and Ellen Craft: niggers never know what is best for them. She
took on a great deal about leaving Ned and the
little nigger; but, as she was so weakly, I let her
go."
"Was she good-looking?" asked the young pas-
senger, who was evidently not of the same opinion
as the talkative lady, and therefore wished her to
tell all she knew.
"Yes; she was very handsome, and much whiter
than I am; and therefore will have no trouble in
getting another husband. I am sure I wish her
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sanitary and Social Lectures by Charles Kingsley: plainly that the "Serpent" meant the first Obeah man; and then
comparing the experiences of that hapless pair in Eden, with their
own after certain orgies not yet extinct in Africa and elsewhere,
would be only too well understood: so well, indeed, that he might
run some risk of eating himself, not of the tree of life, but of
that of death. The sorcerer or sorceress tempting the woman; and
then the woman tempting the man; this seems to be, certainly among
savage peoples, and, alas! too often among civilised peoples also,
the usual course of the world-wide tragedy.
But--paradoxical as it may seem--the woman's yielding before the
man is not altogether to her dishonour, as those old monks used to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Jolly Corner by Henry James: "But he's grim, he's worn - and things have happened to him. He
doesn't make shift, for sight, with your charming monocle."
"No" - it struck Brydon; "I couldn't have sported mine 'down-town.'
They'd have guyed me there."
"His great convex pince-nez - I saw it, I recognised the kind - is
for his poor ruined sight. And his poor right hand - !"
"Ah!" Brydon winced - whether for his proved identity or for his
lost fingers. Then, "He has a million a year," he lucidly added.
"But he hasn't you."
"And he isn't - no, he isn't - YOU!" she murmured, as he drew her
to his breast.
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