| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The American by Henry James: to the salon. In his absence several persons had come in.
They were scattered about the room in groups, two or three of them
having passed into a small boudoir, next to the drawing-room,
which had now been lighted and opened. Old Madame de Bellegarde
was in her place by the fire, talking to a very old gentleman
in a wig and a profuse white neck cloth of the fashion of 1820.
Madame de Cintre was bending a listening head to the historic
confidences of an old lady who was presumably the wife
of the old gentleman in the neckcloth, an old lady in a red
satin dress and an ermine cape, who wore across her forehead
a band with a topaz set in it. Young Madame de Bellegarde,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Cavalry General by Xenophon: of raw recruits or amateurs.[1]
[1] Cf. "Cyrop." I. v. 11; "Mem." III. vii. 7.
And this end may be secured primarily on this wise: those who are to
form your guerilla bands[2] must be so hardened and inured to the
saddle that they are capable of undergoing all the toils of a
campaign.[3] That a squadron (and I speak of horse and man alike)
should enter these lists in careless, disorderly fashion suggests the
idea of a troop of women stepping into the arena to cope with male
antagonists.
[2] Or, add, "for buccaneers and free-lances you must be."
[3] Lit. "every toil a soldier can encounter."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: 'I hope I am; naturally,' she said. 'Anyhow the future's going to have
more sense, and a woman needn't be dragged down by her FUNCTIONS.'
'Perhaps she'll float off into space altogether,' said Dukes.
'I do think sufficient civilization ought to eliminate a lot of the
physical disabilities,' said Clifford. 'All the love-business for
example, it might just as well go. I suppose it would if we could breed
babies in bottles.'
'No!' cried Olive. 'That might leave all the more room for fun.'
'I suppose,' said Lady Bennerley, contemplatively, 'if the
love-business went, something else would take its place. Morphia,
perhaps. A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully
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