|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young:
she remembered strange things, ``No, there never was in the world a
Sister like that!''
Then the smaller of the little girls who were playing together ran
to the larger one, and caught hold of her hand, and they stood
together in front of Bessie Bell--they both had long black curls,
but Bessie Bell had short golden curls--and the smaller girl said:
``Yes, she is my sister!''
And the larger girl said: ``Yes, she is, too. She is my-own-dear-
The smaller little girl shook her black curls and said: ``She is my
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Treatise on Parents and Children by George Bernard Shaw:
But please observe the limitation "at home." What private amateur
parental enterprise cannot do may be done very effectively by
organized professional enterprise in large institutions established
for the purpose. And it is to such professional enterprise that
parents hand over their children when they can afford it. They send
their children to school; and there is, on the whole, nothing on earth
intended for innocent people so horrible as a school. To begin with,
it is a prison. But it is in some respects more cruel than a prison.
In a prison, for instance, you are not forced to read books written by
the warders and the governor (who of course would not be warders and
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Middlemarch by George Eliot:
more fully, and that they might go over the long-neglected Italian
drawings together--it also felt such an interest in a young man
who was starting in life with a stock of ideas--that by the end of
the second page it had persuaded Mr. Brooke to invite young Ladislaw,
since he could not be received at Lowick, to come to Tipton Grange.
Why not? They could find a great many things to do together,
and this was a period of peculiar growth--the political horizon
was expanding, and--in short, Mr. Brooke's pen went off into a little
speech which it had lately reported for that imperfectly edited organ
the "Middlemarch Pioneer." While Mr. Brooke was sealing this letter,
he felt elated with an influx of dim projects:--a young man capable