| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: today-nothing for you women to make right? You are blind as bats--as dead
to living truth as if you were buried. Nothing wrong when thousands of
crippled soldiers have no homes--no money--no friends--no work--in many
cases no food or bed? . . . Splendid young men who went away in their prime
to fight for you and came back ruined, suffering! Nothing wrong when sane
women with the vote might rid politics of partisanship, greed, crookedness?
Nothing wrong when prohibition is mocked by women--when the greatest boon
ever granted this country is derided and beaten down and cheated? Nothing
wrong when there are half a million defective children in this city?
Nothing wrong when there are not enough schools and teachers to educate our
boys and girls, when those teachers are shamefully underpaid? Nothing wrong
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moral Emblems by Robert Louis Stevenson: The worshippers of every sect
Already viewed it with respect;
A second Sunday had not gone
Before the roof was rattled on:
And when the fourth was there, behold
The crescent finished, painted, sold!
The stars proceeded in their courses,
Nature with her subversive forces,
Time, too, the iron-toothed and sinewed,
And the edacious years continued.
Thrones rose and fell; and still the crescent,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Perfect Wagnerite: A Commentary on the Niblung's Ring by George Bernard Shaw: He has, however, learnt to read the thoughts of such a creature
as poor Mimmy, who, intending to overwhelm him with flattery and
fondness, only succeeds in making such a self-revelation of
murderous envy that Siegfried smites him with Nothung and slays
him, to the keen satisfaction of the hidden Alberic. Caring
nothing for the gold, which he leaves to the care of the slain;
disappointed in his fancy for learning fear; and longing for a
mate, he casts himself wearily down, and again appeals to his
friend the bird, who tells him of a woman sleeping on a mountain
peak within a fortress of fire that only the fearless can
penetrate. Siegfried is up in a moment with all the tumult of
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