Read this excerpt from the narrative of the life of frederick douglass. the silver trump of freedom had roused my soul to eternal wakefulness. freedom now appeared, to disappear no more forever. it was heard in every sound, and seen in every thing. it was ever present to torment me with a sense of my wretched condition. i saw nothing without seeing it, i heard nothing without hearing it, and felt nothing without feeling it. it looked from every star, it smiled in every calm, breathed in every wind, and moved in every storm. from the attitude douglass expresses in the passage, the reader can infer that freedom made douglass feel indifferent. shocked. melancholy. thrilled.