| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Damaged Goods by Upton Sinclair: modification of morals. People must cease to treat syphilis as a
mysterious evil, of which not even the name could be pronounced.
"But," objected the other, "one cannot lay it bare to children in
our educational institutions!"
"Why not?" asked the doctor.
"Because, sir, there are curiosities which it would be imprudent
to awaken."
The doctor became much excited whenever he heard this argument.
"You believe that you are preventing these curiosities from
awakening?" he demanded. "I appeal to those--both men and
women--who have passed through colleges and boarding schools!
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu: verandah." There are songs about the children in this book; they
are called the Lord of Battles, the Sun of Victory, the
Lotus-born, and the Jewel of Delight.
"My ancestors for thousands of years," I find written in one of
her letters, "have been lovers of the forest and mountain caves,
great dreamers, great scholars, great ascetics. My father is a
dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been
a magnificent failure. I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose learning is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved. He has a great white beard and
the profile of Homer, and a laugh that brings the roof down. He
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: I dipped the brush into the seemingly empty pot, and gave him a long stroke
across his chest. With the passage of the brush the living flesh disappeared
from beneath. I covered his right leg, and he was a one-legged man defying all
laws of gravitation. And so, stroke by stroke, member by member, I painted
Lloyd Inwood into nothingness. It was a creepy experience, and I was glad when
naught remained in sight but his burning black eyes, poised apparently
unsupported in mid-air.
"I have a refined and harmless solution for them," he said. "A fine spray with
an air-brush, and presto! I am not."
This deftly accomplished, he said, "Now I shall move about, and do you tell me
what sensations you experience."
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