|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:
certain qualifications are exacted before it is promoted from
permission to go as far as its legs will carry it to using mechanical
aids to locomotion, it can roam without much danger of gypsification.
Under such circumstances the boy or girl could always run away, and
never be lost; and on no other conditions can a child be free without
being also a homeless outcast.
Parents could also run away from disagreeable children or drive them
out of doors or even drop their acquaintance, temporarily or
permanently, without inhumanity. Thus both parties would be on their
good behavior, and not, as at present, on their filial or parental
behavior, which, like all unfree behavior, is mostly bad behavior.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner:
his neck. The stranger looked on in silence. When it was done the boy
held the stirrup for him to mount.
"What is your name?" he inquired, ungloving his right hand when he was in
The boy replied:
"Well, I trust we shall meet again some day, sooner or later."
He shook hands with the ungloved hand; then drew on the glove, and touched
his horse, and rode slowly away. The boy stood to watch him.
Once when the stranger had gone half across the plain he looked back.
"Poor devil," he said, smiling and stroking his moustache. Then he looked
to see if the little blue handkerchief were still safely knotted. "Poor
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence:
and I'm not going any more. Mr. Braithwaite drops his 'h's', an'
Mr. Winterbottom says 'You was'."
"And is that why you won't go any more?" smiled Mrs. Morel.
The boy was silent for some time. His face was pale, his eyes
dark and furious. His mother moved
about at her work, taking no notice of him.
"They always stan' in front of me, so's I can't get out,"
"Well, my lad, you've only to ASK them," she replied.
"An' then Alfred Winterbottom says, 'What do they teach you
at the Board-school?'"
Sons and Lovers