| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poor and Proud by Oliver Optic: afraid of being poisoned."
"I s'pose I can wash 'em," replied Ann, who seemed still to
regard it as a very unnecessary operation.
"It would be a good plan; and while you are about it you must not
forget your face."
"I ain't a-going to touch the candy with my face," added Ann,
triumphantly
"Very true; but if people saw you with such a dirty face, they
would be afraid your candy was not very clean."
"Any way you like. I will wash my face and hands both, if that's
all."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kwaidan by Lafcadio Hearn: skill, is required.
[Why females, rather than males, should have been evolutionally
specialized into soldiery and laborers may not be nearly so simple a
question as it appears. I am very sure of not being able to answer it. But
natural economy may have decided the matter. In many forms of life, the
female greatly exceeds the male in bulk and in energy;-- perhaps, in this
case, the larger reserve of life-force possessed originally by the complete
female could be more rapidly and effectively utilized for the development
of a special fighting-caste. All energies which, in the fertile female,
would be expended in the giving of life seem here to have been diverted to
the evolution of aggressive power, or working-capacity.]
Kwaidan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: made Silver Cup that night. As he rode under the low-branching cedars
toward the bright camp-fire he looked about him sharply. But not one of
the four faces ruddy in the glow belonged to Snap Naab.
"Hello, Jack," called Dave Naab, into the dark. "I knew that was you.
Silvermane sure rings bells when he hoofs it down the stones. How're you
and dad? and did you find Mescal? I'll bet that desert child led you
clear to the Little Colorado."
Hare told the story of the fruitless search.
"It's no more than we expected," said Dave. "The man doesn't live who
can trail the peon. Mescal's like a captured wild mustang that's slipped
her halter and gone free. She'll die out there on the desert or turn
The Heritage of the Desert |
