| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: say to one another: ``What do they mean? Where did they learn
that?''
And the little girl who had taught the other little girls that much
of the song remembered some more; and so she beat louder than ever
on the window pane and said:
``Rain, rain, rain,
Go away!
And come another day!''
All the little girls laughed more than ever and sang louder than
ever:
``Rain, rain, rain,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass: An American Slave by Frederick Douglass: slaves, from that which I had witnessed in the coun-
try. A city slave is almost a freeman, compared with
a slave on the plantation. He is much better fed and
clothed, and enjoys privileges altogether unknown
to the slave on the plantation. There is a vestige of
decency, a sense of shame, that does much to curb
and check those outbreaks of atrocious cruelty so
commonly enacted upon the plantation. He is a des-
perate slaveholder, who will shock the humanity of
his non-slaveholding neighbors with the cries of his
lacerated slave. Few are willing to incur the odium
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Familiar Studies of Men and Books by Robert Louis Stevenson: unregenerate scapegrace who has wit enough to recognise in
his own shame the readiest weapon of offence against a prosy
benefactor's feelings. The gratitude of Master Francis
figures, on this reading, as a frightful MINUS quantity. If,
on the other hand, those jests were given and taken in good
humour, the whole relation between the pair degenerates into
the unedifying complicity of a debauched old chaplain and a
witty and dissolute young scholar. At this rate the house
with the red door may have rung with the most mundane
minstrelsy; and it may have been below its roof that Villon,
through a hole in the plaster, studied, as he tells us, the
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