“Who could do justice to my feelings at this moment [of freedom]? Not conquering heroes, themselves, in the midst of a triumph. Not the tender mother who has just regained her long-lost infant, and presses it to her heart. Not the weary hungry mariner, at the sight of the desired friendly port. Not the lover, when he once more embraces his beloved . . . after she had been [taken] from his arms! All within my breast was tumult, wildness, and delirium! My feet scarcely touched the ground, for they were winged with joy, and, like Elijah, as he rose to Heaven, they ‘were with lightning sped as I went on.’” —Olaudah Equiano, as quoted in African American Review

Equiano’s feeling upon gaining his freedom was

a. serenity.
c. wild happiness.
b. peace.
d. bitter anger.