| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sanitary and Social Lectures by Charles Kingsley: are older, you may see it for yourself in the Registrar-General's
reports, blue-books, pamphlets, and so on, without end."
"But why do not people stop such a horrible loss of life?"
"Well, my dear boy, the true causes of it have only been known for
the last thirty or forty years; and we English are, as good King
Alfred found us to his sorrow a thousand years ago, very slow to
move, even when we see a thing ought to be done. Let us hope that
in this matter--we have been so in most matters as yet--we shall
be like the tortoise in the fable, and not the hare; and by moving
slowly, but surely, win the race at last."
"But now think for yourself: and see what you would do to save
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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 banner which we unfurl today is not new: it is the standard of the
old, free, monogamous, labouring woman, which, twenty hundred years ago,
floated over the forests of Europe. We shall bear it on, each generation
as it falls passing it into the hand of that which follows, till we plant
it so high that all nations of the world shall see it; till the women of
the humblest human races shall be gathered beneath its folds, and no child
enter life that was not born within its shade.
We are not new! If you would understand us, go back two thousand years,
and study our descent; our breed is our explanation. We are the daughters
of our fathers as well as of our mothers. In our dreams we still hear the
clash of the shields of our forefathers as they struck them together before
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: fences on both sides. Muller looked sharply to right and to left.
"You should have become alarmed here," he said to the driver,
pointing to one part of the fence.
"Why?" asked the man.
"Because this is where the window was broken."
"I didn't know that - until I got home."
"H'm; you must have been nicely drunk."
The driver murmured something in his beard.
"Stop here, this is your turn, down that street," Muller said a
few moments later, as the driver turned the other way.
"How do you know that?" asked the man, surprised.
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