| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Woman and Labour by Olive Schreiner: greener and redder, where they have lain, or that the sand of a plain may
have a glint of white bones!" And we cry, "Without an inexorable cause,
this should not be!" No woman who is a woman says of a human body, "It is
nothing!"
On that day, when the woman takes her place beside the man in the
governance and arrangement of external affairs of her race will also be
that day that heralds the death of war as a means of arranging human
differences. No tinsel of trumpets and flags will ultimately seduce women
into the insanity of recklessly destroying life, or gild the wilful taking
of life with any other name than that of murder, whether it be the
slaughter of the million or of one by one. And this will be, not because
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Vicar of Tours by Honore de Balzac: the news she brought completely changed the aspect of the affair. As
she entered, every one except Monsieur de Bourbonne was urging
Birotteau to hold his own against Troubert and Gamard, under the
auspices of the aristocractic society of the place, which would
certainly stand by him.
"The vicar-general, to whom the appointments to office are entrusted,
is very ill," said Mademoiselle Salomon, "and the archbishop has
delegated his powers to the Abbe Troubert provisionally. The canonry
will, of course, depend wholly upon him. Now last evening, at
Mademoiselle de la Blottiere's the Abbe Poirel talked about the
annoyances which the Abbe Birotteau had inflicted on Mademoiselle
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Duchess of Padua by Oscar Wilde: That it is general makes it not less bitter.
I think I never heard a woman laugh,
Laugh for pure merriment, except one woman,
That was at night time, in the public streets.
Poor soul, she walked with painted lips, and wore
The mask of pleasure: I would not laugh like her;
No, death were better.
[Enter GUIDO behind unobserved; the DUCHESS flings herself down
before a picture of the Madonna.]
O Mary mother, with your sweet pale face
Bending between the little angel heads
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