| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from I Have A Dream by Martin Luther King, Jr.: equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning.
Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will
now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns
to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility
in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The
whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of
our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on
the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the
process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of
wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: portmanteau he carried on his shoulder, swung round and
sent me staggering with a blow from the corner of his burden.
A woman thrust at me with her hand and rushed past me. I
turned with the rush of the people, but I was not too terrified
for thought. The terrible Heat-Ray was in my mind. To get
under water! That was it!
"Get under water!" I shouted, unheeded.
I faced about again, and rushed towards the approaching
Martian, rushed right down the gravelly beach and headlong
into the water. Others did the same. A boatload of people
putting back came leaping out as I rushed past. The stones
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: "He'll be braggin' of it in a bit."
"Come on, Paul," said the friend; "it's no good. You might
just as well own up."
"Own up what? That I happened to take a friend to the theatre?"
"Oh well, if it was all right, tell us who she was, lad,"
said the friend.
"She WAS all right," said Dawes.
Paul was furious. Dawes wiped his golden moustache with
his fingers, sneering.
"Strike me---! One o' that sort?" said the mutual friend.
"Paul, boy, I'm surprised at you. And do you know her, Baxter?"
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