| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: rim had overshadowed us and almost seemed to touch the cliff of
rock against which we leant. I remember that the effect of that
shining arch a thousand feet or so above our heads was wonderful.
It reminded me of a canopy of blackest thunder clouds supported
upon a framework of wheeling rainbows, while beneath it all the
children of the devil shouted together in joy. I noted this
effect only a few seconds before Yva spoke to me and leapt into
the path of the flash.
Now, however, it was far away, a mere flaming wheel that became
gradually smaller, and its Satanic voices were growing faint. As
I have said, I watched its disappearance idly, reflecting that I
When the World Shook |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kwaidan by Lafcadio Hearn: with romantic tendencies, goes considerably further than Professor Sharp;
showing us that ants are, in a very real sense, ethically as well as
economically in advance of humanity,-- their lives being entirely devoted
to altruistic ends. Indeed, Professor Sharp somewhat needlessly qualifies
his praise of the ant with this cautious observation:--
"The competence of the ant is not like that of man. It is devoted to the
welfare of the species rather than to that of the individual, which is, as
it were, sacrificed or specialized for the benefit of the community."
-- The obvious implication,-- that any social state, in which the
improvement of the individual is sacrificed to the common welfare, leaves
much to be desired,-- is probably correct, from the actual human
Kwaidan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: protesting mother in gay colors that went ill with the drab,
wrinkled face. "If it wasn't for me, you'd go round looking
like one of those Polack women down by the tracks," Tessie would
scold. "It's a wonder you don't wear a shawl!"
That was the Tessie of six months ago, gay, carefree, holding the
reins of her life in her own two capable hands. Three nights a
week, and Sunday, she saw Chuck Mory. When she went downtown on
Saturday night it was frankly to meet Chuck, who was waiting for
her on Schroeder's drugstore corner. He knew it, and she knew
it. Yet they always went through a little ceremony. She and
Cora, turning into Grand from Winnebago Street, would make for
One Basket |
