| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Travels of Sir John Mandeville by Sir John Mandeville: Genoese.
And then pass men through the isles of Colcos and of Lango, of the
which isles Ypocras was lord of. And some men say, that in the
isle of Lango is yet the daughter of Ypocras, in form and likeness
of a great dragon, that is a hundred fathom of length, as men say,
for I have not seen her. And they of the isles call her Lady of
the Land. And she lieth in an old castle, in a cave, and sheweth
twice or thrice in the year, and she doth no harm to no man, but if
men do her harm. And she was thus changed and transformed, from a
fair damosel, into likeness of a dragon, by a goddess that was
clept Diana. And men say, that she shall so endure in that form of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom by William and Ellen Craft: beaver, an article which I had never indulged in
before. So just before we arrived at Washington,
an uncouth planter, who had been watching me
very closely, said to my master, "I reckon, stranger,
you are 'SPILING' that ere nigger of yourn, by letting
him wear such a devilish fine hat. Just look at the
quality on it; the President couldn't wear a better.
I should just like to go and kick it overboard."
His friend touched him, and said, "Don't speak so
to a gentleman." "Why not?" exclaimed the fellow.
He grated his short teeth, which appeared to be
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: Was this the reason at the bottom of it? The very bottom? I
cannot be certain, because I have never been a girl myself.
Perhaps she thought that work is not a stooping, and that
marriage may be. Perhaps-- But all I really know is that Molly
Wood continued cheerfully to embroider the handkerchiefs, make
the preserves, teach the pupils--and firmly to reject Sam
Bannett.
Thus it went on until she was twenty. There certain members of
her family began to tell her how rich Sam was going to be--was,
indeed, already. It was at this time that she wrote Mrs. Balaam
her doubts and her desires as to migrating to Bear Creek. It was
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