| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: purely for money's sake, and of recent delays created by the lady; and he
could see the gentleman--an impossible husband from a Wall Street
standpoint!--to whom Hortense was evidently tempering her final refusal
by indulgently taking an interest in helping along his phosphate fortune.
Charley would not refuse to lend her his aid in this estimable
benevolence; nor would it occur to Charley's sensibilities how such
benevolence would be taken by John if John were not "taken" himself. Yes,
Charley was plainly fooled, and fooled the more readily because he had
the old version of the truth. How should he suspect there was a revised
version? How should he discover that passion had now changed sides, that
it was now John who allowed himself to be loved? The signs of this did
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from My Bondage and My Freedom by Frederick Douglass: have no compromise with men who are in any shape or form
connected with the slaveholders of America. I expose slavery in
this country, because to expose it is to kill it. Slavery is one
of those monsters of darkness to whom the light of truth is
death. Expose slavery, and it dies. Light is to slavery what
the heat of the sun is to the root of a tree; it must die under
it. All the slaveholder asks of me is silence. He does not ask
me to go abroad and preach _in favor_ of slavery; he does not ask
any one to do that. He would not say that slavery is a good
thing, but the best under the circumstances. The slaveholders
want total darkness on the subject. They want the hatchway shut
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard: hiding-place which Hans and the vrouw know, leaving me here instead of
you."
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thought of my being shot to-morrow morning, it will be abandoned. You
can refuse to say who told you the tale."
"Yes, please do that," muttered Hans, "else I know one who will be
shot."
"Good, I will go," said the vrouw, and she went, the guards letting her
pass after a few words which we could not hear.
Marie |
