| 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: much more sincere protests of the handful of people who have a natural
genius for "bringing up" children. I shall be asked with kindly scorn
whether I have heard of Froebel and Pestalozzi, whether I know the
work that is being done by Miss Mason and the Dottoressa Montessori
or, best of all as I think, the Eurythmics School of Jacques Dalcroze
at Hellerau near Dresden. Jacques Dalcroze, like Plato, believes in
saturating his pupils with music. They walk to music, play to music,
work to music, obey drill commands that would bewilder a guardsman to
music, think to music, live to music, get so clearheaded about music
that they can move their several limbs each in a different metre until
they become complicated living magazines of cross rhythms, and, what
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris: are out of your class."
The little beach-comber (he was scarcely above five feet) rubbed
his chafed wrists, and fixed Wilbur with his tiny, twinkling eyes.
"What you do now?"
"We go home. I'm going to maroon you and your people here on this
beach. You deserve that I should let you eat your fists by way of
table-board; but I'm no such dirt as you. When our men left the
schooner they brought off with them a good share of our
provisions. I'll leave them here for you--and there's plenty of
turtle and abalone to be had for the catching. Some of the
American men-of-war, I believe, come down to this bay for target-
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: to be cut to pile on that; and still from one end of the sordid
mound a pair of feet projected and caught the light upon their
patent-leather toes. But by this time the nerves of both were
shaken; even Morris had enough of his grisly task; and they
skulked off like animals into the thickest of the neighbouring
covert.
'It's the best that we can do,' said Morris, sitting down.
'And now,' said John, 'perhaps you'll have the politeness to tell
me what it's all about.'
'Upon my word,' cried Morris, 'if you do not understand for
yourself, I almost despair of telling you.'
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