| 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: amongst the whites, than among any other
civilized people in the world.
I know that those who are not familiar with the
working of "the peculiar institution," can scarcely
imagine any one so totally devoid of all natural
affection as to sell his own offspring into returnless
bondage. But Shakespeare, that great observer
of human nature, says:--
"With caution judge of probabilities.
Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible,
Experience often shews us to be true."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pathology of Lying, Etc. by William and Mary Healy: himself unable to manage his son.
At about 10 years of age William began running away from home and
manufacturing untrue stories. One of his favorite statements was
that his father had been killed in an accident. It is notable
that all these years he has been attempting to gain sympathy for
this or that assumed condition, whether it be his own alleged
physical ailments, or fictitious family difficulties. As a
matter of fact, during this time he has been in some good homes,
failing each time to comport himself so that he could be retained
there. It was typical that he reiterated, ``I have no friends;
there is no one to stick up for me.'' Besides being in three
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: could be heard her inward satisfaction. "Do you believe I should be
less happy in a garret? But," she added, "it is all charming, and--it
is ours!"
Luigi looked at her with such enthusiasm that she lowered her eyes.
"Now let us see the rest," she cried.
Above these three rooms, under the roof, was a study for Luigi, a
kitchen, and a servant's-room. Ginevra was much pleased with her
little domain, although the view from the windows was limited by the
high wall of a neighboring house, and the court-yard, from which their
light was derived, was gloomy. But the two lovers were so happy in
heart, hope so adorned their future, that they chose to see nothing
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