| 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: nobody now alive can imagine what customs and institutions would grow
up in societies of free children. Child laws and child fashions,
child manners and child morals are now not tolerated; but among free
children there would certainly be surprising developments in this
direction. I do not think there would be any danger of free children
behaving as badly as grown-up people do now because they have never
been free. They could hardly behave worse, anyhow.
Children's Rights and Parents' Wrongs
A very distinguished man once assured a mother of my acquaintance that
she would never know what it meant to be hurt until she was hurt
through her children. Children are extremely cruel without intending
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: girls and Harold--what did he know about them? They were strangers to him.
Life had passed him by. Charlotte was not his wife. His wife!
...A dark porch, half hidden by a passion-vine, that drooped sorrowful,
mournful, as though it understood. Small, warm arms were round his neck.
A face, little and pale, lifted to his, and a voice breathed, "Good-bye, my
treasure."
My treasure! "Good-bye, my treasure!" Which of them had spoken? Why had
they said good-bye? There had been some terrible mistake. She was his
wife, that little pale girl, and all the rest of his life had been a dream.
Then the door opened, and young Charles, standing in the light, put his
hands by his side and shouted like a young soldier, "Dinner is on the
|
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: Fortune's blood was warming to the game, and he drew the deck from
his pocket as Uri nodded. Surely Chance would not desert him now!
He thought of the returning sun as he cut for deal, and he
thrilled when he found the deal was his. He shuffled and dealt,
and Uri cut him the Jack of Spades. They laid down their hands.
Uri's was bare of trumps, while he held ace, deuce. The outside
seemed very near to him as they stepped off the fifty paces.
"If God withholds His hand and you drop me, the dogs and outfit
are yours. You'll find a bill of sale, already made out, in my
pocket," Uri explained, facing the path of the bullet, straight
and broad-breasted.
|
