| 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: An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable
an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week,
or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British
guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength but
irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance
by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until
our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make
a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power.
The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a
country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: cannot think how severely the Duchesse de Langeais and my cousin
blamed this apostasy on a daughter's part, as a piece of bad
taste. I told them all about it, and they both burst out
laughing. Then Mme. de Beauseant made some comparison between you
and your sister, speaking in high terms of you, and saying how
very fond you were of my neighbor, M. Goriot. And, indeed, how
could you help loving him? He adores you so passionately that I
am jealous already. We talked about you this morning for two
hours. So this evening I was quite full of all that your father
had told me, and while I was dining with my cousin I said that
you could not be as beautiful as affectionate. Mme. de Beauseant
Father Goriot |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson: how much it is future days brighter than these will
show! I have been true servant to them. If now, writing
in chains, upon the caravel _Santa, Marta_, I cry to them for
justice, it is because I do not fear justice!''
He ceased to speak, then presently, ``I would that all
might see the light that I see over the future!--Thou seest
it, Juan Lepe.''
``Aye, I see light over the future.''
By littles the storm fell. Ere dawn we could say, ``We
shall outlive it!'' He slept for an hour then waked. ``I
was dreaming of the Holy Land--but do you know, Juan
|
