| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: the second egg against his right eye, where it smashed and blinded him
entirely. The King was unable to flee because he could not see which
way to run; so he stood still and howled and shouted and screamed in
abject fear.
While this was going on, Billina flew over to Dorothy, and perching
herself upon the Lion's back the hen whispered eagerly to the girl:
"Get his belt! Get the Nome King's jeweled belt! It unbuckles in the
back. Quick, Dorothy--quick!"
18. The Fate of the Tin Woodman
Dorothy obeyed. She ran at once behind the Nome King, who was still
trying to free his eyes from the egg, and in a twinkling she had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Woman and Labour by Olive Schreiner: but the most superficial study of our societies will show that these have
fallen into a new place in the scale of social institutions and manners.
The politician, the clergyman, or the lawyer does not improve his social or
public standing by violent addictions in these directions; to drink his
companions under the table, to be known to have the largest number of
illicit sex relations, to be recognised as an habitual visitant of the
gambling saloon, does not, even in the case of a crowned head, much enhance
his reputation, and with the ordinary man may ultimately prove a bar to all
success. If the New Woman's conception of love between the sexes is one
more largely psychic and intellectual than crudely and purely physical, and
wholly of an affection between companions; the New Man's conception as
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: with their feet on the gravel, and all eating the tiny cakes that
Sister Ignatius made, while Sister Angela sat on the bench under the
magnolia-tree and looked at the row of little girls.
If sometimes just at waking from fitful sleep in her crib-bed there
came to her just a thought, or a remembrance, of a great big soft
white cat that reached its paw out and softly touched her cheek, it
came to her only like the touch of fancy in a big soft white dream.
Often Only-Just-Ladies came and talked over her little white crib
with Sister Helen Vincula.
Bessie Bell's little fingers were no longer pink and round now; they
lay just white, so white and small, on the white spread. And Bessie
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