| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: We launched our canoes again on the great pool at the foot of the
first fall,--a broad sweep of water a mile long and half a mile
wide, full of eddies and strong currents, and covered with drifting
foam. There was the old campground on the point, where I had
tented so often with my lady Greygown, fishing for ouananiche, the
famous land-locked salmon of Lake St. John. And there were the big
fish, showing their back fins as they circled lazily around in the
eddies, as if they were waiting to play with us. But the goal of
our day's journey was miles away, and we swept along with the
stream, now through a rush of quick water, boiling and foaming, now
through a still place like a lake, now through
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from New Arabian Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson: "Let us get away from here," said Elvira, with a shiver. "All
these people looking - it is so rude and so brutal." And then
giving way once more to passion - "Brutes!" she cried aloud to the
candle-lit spectators - "brutes! brutes! brutes!"
"Sauve qui peut," said Leon. "You have done it now!"
And taking the guitar in one hand and the case in the other, he led
the way with something too precipitate to be merely called
precipitation from the scene of this absurd adventure.
CHAPTER IV
To the west of Castel-le-Gachis four rows of venerable lime-trees
formed, in this starry night, a twilit avenue with two side aisles
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom by William and Ellen Craft: called English or African, but a corruption of
the two.
The shrewd son of African parents to whom I
referred said to me, "Say, brudder, way you come
from, and which side you goin day wid dat ar little
don up buckra" (white man)?
I replied, "To Philadelphia."
"What!" he exclaimed, with astonishment, "to
Philumadelphy?"
"Yes," I said.
"By squash! I wish I was going wid you! I
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