|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:
we dare not until our streets become safe places for children, which,
to our utter shame, they are not at present, though they can hardly be
worse than some homes and some schools.
The grotesque difficulty of making even a beginning was brought home
to me in the little village in Hertfordshire where I write these lines
by the lady of the manor, who asked me very properly what I was going
to do for the village school. I did not know what to reply. As the
school kept the children quiet during my working hours, I did not for
the sake of my own personal convenmence want to blow it up with
dynamite as I should like to blow up most schools. So I asked for
guidance. "You ought to give a prize," said the lady. I asked if
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran:
thee they say, 'We had taken care for our affair before;' and they
turn their backs and they are glad.
Say, 'Nought shall befall us save what God has written down for
us; He is our Lord, and upon God believers do rely!'
Say, 'Do ye await for us aught but one of the two best things?' we
too await for you that God will inflict on you torment from Himself,
or by our hands. Wait then; and we with you are waiting too!
Say, 'Expend ye in alms, whether ye will or no, it shall not be
accepted from you; verily, ye are a people who do work abomination.'
But nought hinders their alms-giving from being accepted save that
they misbelieve in God and His Apostle, and perform not prayer save
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber:
not look comic.
"I'm crazy about her," said Eugene. "We're crazy about each
other. We're going to be married."
Aunt Sophy listened for the reassuring sound of Adele's spoons
and plates in the kitchen. She came forward. "Now,
listen----" she began.
"I love him," said Julia Gold, dramatically. "I love him!"
Except that it was very white and, somehow, old-looking, Aunt
Sophy's face was as benign as always. "Now, look here, Julia,
my girl. That isn't love, and you know it. I'm an old maid, but
I know what love is when I see it. I'm ashamed of you, Julia.