|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Elizabeth and her German Garden by Marie Annette Beauchamp:
Some of Elizabeth's work is published in modern
editions by Virago and other publishers. Among these are:
"Love", "The Enchanted April", "Caravaners", "Christopher and
Columbus", "The Pastor's Wife", "Mr. Skeffington", "The Solitary
Summer", and "Elizabeth's Adventures in Rugen". Also published
by Virago is her non-autobiography "All the Dogs of My Life"--
as the title suggests, it is the story not of her life,
but of the lives of the many dogs she owned; though of course
it does touch upon her own experiences.
In the centennial year of this book's first publication,
I hope that its availability through Project Gutenberg will stir
Elizabeth and her German Garden
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa:
long bow in his hand. Afar to an eastern camp of cone-shaped
teepees he was going. There over the Indian village hovered a
large red eagle threatening the safety of the people. Every
morning rose this terrible red bird out of a high chalk bluff and
spreading out his gigantic wings soared slowly over the round camp
ground. Then it was that the people, terror-stricken, ran
screaming into their lodges. Covering their heads with their
blankets, they sat trembling with fear. No one dared to venture
out till the red eagle had disappeared beyond the west, where meet
the blue and green.
In vain tried the chieftain of the tribe to find among his
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield:
could hear the willows whispering, "...not that I do not love you..."
"But, my darling, if you love me," thought Miss Meadows, "I don't mind how
much it is. Love me as little as you like." But she knew he didn't love
her. Not to have cared enough to scratch out that word "disgust," so that
she couldn't read it! "Soon Autumn yields unto Winter Drear." She would
have to leave the school, too. She could never face the Science Mistress
or the girls after it got known. She would have to disappear somewhere.
"Passes away." The voices began to die, to fade, to whisper...to vanish...
Suddenly the door opened. A little girl in blue walked fussily up the
aisle, hanging her head, biting her lips, and twisting the silver bangle on
her red little wrist. She came up the steps and stood before Miss Meadows.