| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker: would become a sort of highway for the Worm. But as much movement
was necessary to ascend such a great height, some of the clay would
become attached to its rough skin by attrition. The downway must
have been easy work, but the ascent was different, and when the
monster came to view in the upper world, it would be fresh from
contact with the white clay. Hence the name, which has no cryptic
significance, but only fact. Now, if that surmise be true--and I do
not see why not--there must be a deposit of valuable clay--possibly
of immense depth."
Adam's comment pleased the old gentleman.
"I have it in my bones, sir, that you have struck--or rather
Lair of the White Worm |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: girls? Where is the outlet for intense feelings? What use can they make of
education or of gifts? They just can't, that's all. I'm not taking into
consideration the new-woman species, the faddist or the reformer. I mean
normal girls like you and me. Just think, Carley. A girl's every wish,
every need, is almost instantly satisfied without the slightest effort on
her part to obtain it. No struggle, let alone work! If women crave to
achieve something outside of the arts, you know, something universal and
helpful which will make men acknowledge her worth, if not the equality,
where is the opportunity?"
"Opportunities should be made," replied Carley.
"There are a million sides to this question of the modern young woman--the
The Call of the Canyon |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: impossibility of such amends?"
Her hands lay in his without returning pressure. "Ah, poor woman,
poor woman," he heard her sigh.
"Don't pity her, pity me! What have I done to her or to you,
after all? You're both inaccessible! It was myself I sold."
He took an abrupt turn away from her; then halted before her
again. "How much longer," he burst out, "do you suppose you can
stand it? You've been magnificent, you've been inspired, but
what's the use? You can't wipe out the ignominy of it. It's
miserable for you and it does HER no good!"
She lifted a vivid face. "That's the thought I can't bear!" she
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