| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death by Patrick Henry: Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced
additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded;
and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne!
In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and
reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free--
if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which
we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble
struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged
ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest
shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight!
An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us!
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke: into illimitable space, trying to get out of the way of our too
powerful friend. It makes considerable difference, in the voyage
of life, whether you chase the steamboat, or the steamboat chases
you.
Meantime our other canoe had approached unseen. The steamer passed
safely between the two boats, slackening speed as the pilot caught
our loud halloo! She loomed up above us like a man-of-war, and as
we climbed the ladder to the main-deck we felt that we had indeed
gotten out of the wilderness. My old friend, Captain Savard, made
us welcome. He had been sent out, much to his disgust, to catch a
runaway boom of logs and tow it back to Roberval; it would be an
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: and a button was gone. In three days he had not shaved; his
shock of heavy blond hair escaped from beneath the visor of
his woollen cap and hung low over his forehead. He stood
with awkward, shifting feet and uncertain eyes before the
dapper young fellow who reeked of the barber shop, and whom
he had once ordered from his rooms.
"What can I do for you this morning, Mister McTeague?
Something wrong with the teeth, eh?"
"No, no." McTeague, floundering in the difficulties of his
speech, forgot the carefully rehearsed words with which he
had intended to begin this interview.
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