| 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: was, that "they were getting old, and would soon
become valueless in the market, and therefore he
intended to sell off all the old stock, and buy in a
young lot." A most disgraceful conclusion for a
man to come to, who made such great professions
of religion!
This shameful conduct gave me a thorough
hatred, not for true Christianity, but for slave-
holding piety.
My old master, then, wishing to make the most
of the rest of his slaves, apprenticed a brother
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: Director of the Laboratory, and, as Faraday told me, this enabled
him on subsequent occasions to hold a definite position in the
Institution, in which he was always supported by Davy.
I believe he held that office to the last.
'Believe me, my dear Tyndall, yours truly,
'J. P. Gassiot.
'Dr. Tyndall.'
From a letter written by Faraday himself soon after his appointment
as Davy's assistant, I extract the following account of his
introduction to the Royal Institution:--
'London, Sept. 13, 1813.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Passion in the Desert by Honore de Balzac: stamped with the seal of warfare, and on which the battles of Napoleon
are written. Besides, he had that frank, good-humored expression which
always impresses me favorably. He was without doubt one of those
troopers who are surprised at nothing, who find matter for laughter in
the contortions of a dying comrade, who bury or plunder him quite
light-heartedly, who stand intrepidly in the way of bullets;--in fact,
one of those men who waste no time in deliberation, and would not
hesitate to make friends with the devil himself. After looking very
attentively at the proprietor of the menagerie getting out of his box,
my companion pursed up his lips with an air of mockery and contempt,
with that peculiar and expressive twist which superior people assume
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