| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pivot of Civilization by Margaret Sanger: rather than publicly admit the successful practice of intelligent
foresight. Or else they hold themselves up as paragons of virtue and
self-control, and would have us believe that they have brought their
children into the world solely from a high, stern sense of public
duty--an attitude which is about as convincing as it would be to
declare that they found them under gooseberry bushes. How else can we
explain the widespread tolerance and smug approval of the clerical
idea of sex, now reenforced by floods of crude and vulgar sentiment,
which is promulgated by the press, motion-pictures and popular plays?
Like all other education, that of sex can be rendered effective and
valuable only as it meets and satisfies the interests and demands of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe: a far sight now,--she can't never get a dress together over it."
"I think such low creatures ought not to be allowed to go
round to genteel families," said Miss Jane. "What do you think,
Mr. St. Clare?" she said, coquettishly tossing her head at Adolph.
It must be observed that, among other appropriations from
his master's stock, Adolph was in the habit of adopting his name
and address; and that the style under which he moved, among the
colored circles of New Orleans, was that of _Mr. St. Clare_.
"I'm certainly of your opinion, Miss Benoir," said Adolph.
Benoir was the name of Marie St. Clare's family, and Jane
was one of her servants.
Uncle Tom's Cabin |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: to him a second nature; he could not live without a good dinner,
without gambling, in short, without the life of an unpretentious fine
gentleman, in which men of powerful faculties so generally indulge
when they have allowed excessive dissipation to become a necessity.
Hitherto, he had lived in style without ever being expected to
entertain; and living well, for no one ever looked for a return from
him, or from his friend Corentin. He was cynically witty, and he liked
his profession; he was a philosopher. And besides, a spy, whatever
grade he may hold in the machinery of the police, can no more return
to a profession regarded as honorable or liberal, than a prisoner from
the hulks can. Once branded, once matriculated, spies and convicts,
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