| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: wider berth after dark.
On this night Tarzan had proceeded some two squares through
the dense shadows of the squalid old tenements which line
this dismal way when he was attracted by screams and cries
for help from the third floor of an opposite building.
The voice was a woman's. Before the echoes of her first
cries had died Tarzan was bounding up the stairs and
through the dark corridors to her rescue.
At the end of the corridor on the third landing a door
stood slightly ajar, and from within Tarzan heard again the
same appeal that had lured him from the street.
The Return of Tarzan |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herland by Charlotte Gilman: The woman may have imagined the conditions of married life to
be different; but what she imagined, was ignorant of, or might
have preferred, did not seriously matter.
I can see clearly and speak calmly about this now, writing
after a lapse of years, years full of growth and education, but at
the time it was rather hard sledding for all of us--especially for
Terry. Poor Terry! You see, in any other imaginable marriage
among the peoples of the earth, whether the woman were black,
red, yellow, brown, or white; whether she were ignorant or educated,
submissive or rebellious, she would have behind her the marriage
tradition of our general history. This tradition relates the woman
Herland |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: "Virginie" dipping her bows in the water and flapping her sails
in the brisk wind. Natalie's pink bonnet blushed in the early
sunshine, and Natalie's mamma, comely and portly, did chaperonage
duty. It was not long before the sails gave swell into the
breeze and the little boat scurried to the Sound. Past the
lighthouse on its gawky iron stalls, she flew, and now rounded
the white sands of Cat Island.
"Bravo, the Gulf!" sang a voice on the lookout. The little boat
dipped, halted an instant, then rushed fast into the blue Gulf
waters.
"We will anchor here," said the host, "have luncheon, and fish."
The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories |
