| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from My Bondage and My Freedom by Frederick Douglass: be charged with an unwarrantable, if not a wanton and reckless
disregard of the rights and properties of private life. There
are those north as well as south who entertain a much higher
respect for rights which are merely conventional, than they do
for rights which are personal and essential. Not a few there are
in our country, who, while they have no scruples against robbing
the laborer of the hard earned results of his patient industry,
will be shocked by the extremely indelicate manner of bringing
your name before the public. Believing this to be the case, and
wishing to meet every reasonable or plausible objection to my
conduct, I will frankly state the ground upon which I justfy{sic}
My Bondage and My Freedom |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Breaking Point by Mary Roberts Rinehart: had been mental habit, not physical need, and his body fought the
poison rebelliously. After a time the sickness passed, and he
slept in the saddle. He roused once, enough to know that the horse
had left the trail and was grazing in a green meadow. Still
overcome with his first real sleep he tumbled out of the saddle and
stretched himself out on the ground. He slept all day, lying out
in the burning sun, his face upturned to the sky.
When he wakened it was twilight, and the horse had disappeared.
His face burned from the sun, and his head ached violently. He
was weak, too, from hunger, and the morning's dizziness persisted.
Connected thought was impossible, beyond the fact that if he did
The Breaking Point |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Tin Woodman of Oz by L. Frank Baum: had grown bigger than ever and his whole little body
thrilled with amazement. But, astonished though he was,
he was able to make a polite bow before the throne and
to say in a respectful voice: "I salute your
Illustrious Majesty and offer you my humble services."
"Very good!" answered the Tin Woodman in his
accustomed cheerful manner. "Tell me who you are, and
whence you come."
"I am known as Woot the Wanderer," answered the boy,
"and I have come, through many travels and by
roundabout ways, from my former home in a far corner of
The Tin Woodman of Oz |
