| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Jungle Tales of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: come from a great distance--as far as his keen ears could
detect the shrill and piercing summons of the ape-man--and
when Tarzan was squatted upon his head, Tantor would
lumber through the jungle in any direction which his
rider bade him go. It was the power of the man-mind
over that of the brute and it was just as effective
as though both fully understood its origin, though neither did.
For half an hour Tarzan sprawled there upon Tantor's back.
Time had no meaning for either of them. Life, as they saw it,
consisted principally in keeping their stomachs filled.
To Tarzan this was a less arduous labor than to Tantor,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Woman and Labour by Olive Schreiner: the antiquated type of the opposite sex; that between father and daughter,
mother and son, brother and sister, husband and wife, may sometimes be
found to intervene not merely years, but even centuries of social
evolution.
It is not man as man who opposes the attempt of woman to readjust herself
to the new conditions of life: that opposition arises, perhaps more often,
from the retrogressive members of her own sex. And it is a fact which will
surprise no one who has studied the conditions of modern life; that among
the works of literature in all European languages, which most powerfully
advocate the entrance of woman into the new fields of labour, and which
most uncompromisingly demand for her the widest training and freedom of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton: the thin rain before the sphinx-guarded threshold of the
pavilion.
The revolving year had brought around the season at which Mrs.
Melrose's house might be convenient: no visitors were to be
feared at Versailles at the end of August, and though Susy's
reasons for seeking solitude were so remote from those she had
once prefigured, they were none the less cogent. To be alone--
alone! After those first exposed days when, in the persistent
presence of Fred Gillow and his satellites, and in the mocking
radiance of late summer on the lagoons, she had fumed and turned
about in her agony like a trapped animal in a cramping cage, to
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