| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Treatise on Parents and Children by George Bernard Shaw: This is the tradition of the oldest grammar schools. In our times an
even more horrible and cynical claim has been made for the right to
drive boys through compulsory games in the playing fields until they
are too much exhausted physically to do anything but drop off to
sleep. This is supposed to protect them from vice; but as it also
protects them from poetry, literature, music, meditation and prayer,
it may be dismissed with the obvious remark that if boarding schools
are places whose keepers are driven to such monstrous measures lest
more abominable things should happen, then the sooner boarding schools
are violently abolished the better. It is true that society may make
physical claims on the child as well as mental ones: the child must
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: school. There was one he always remembered, but he had forgotten the
name. Russian names were impossible, said Mrs Ramsay. "Vronsky," said
Paul. He remembered that because he always thought it such a good name
for a villain. "Vronsky," said Mrs Ramsay; "Oh, ANNA KARENINA," but
that did not take them very far; books were not in their line. No,
Charles Tansley would put them both right in a second about books, but
it was all so mixed up with, Am I saying the right thing? Am I making
a good impression? that, after all, one knew more about him than
about Tolstoi, whereas, what Paul said was about the thing, simply, not
himself, nothing else. Like all stupid people, he had a kind of
modesty too, a consideration for what you were feeling, which, once in
To the Lighthouse |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain: each other with a perplexed interest -- and inquiringly
at Huck, who was tongue-tied.
"Sid, what ails Tom?" said Aunt Polly. "He -- well,
there ain't ever any making of that boy out. I never --"
Tom entered, struggling with the weight of his sacks,
and Aunt Polly did not finish her sentence. Tom
poured the mass of yellow coin upon the table and said:
"There -- what did I tell you? Half of it's Huck's
and half of it's mine!"
The spectacle took the general breath away. All
gazed, nobody spoke for a moment. Then there was a
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer |
