|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Alexander's Bridge by Willa Cather:
and paced the deck for hours. People noticed
his propensity for walking in rough weather,
and watched him curiously as he did his
rounds. From his abstraction and the determined
set of his jaw, they fancied he must be thinking
about his bridge. Every one had heard of
the new cantilever bridge in Canada.
But Alexander was not thinking about his work.
After the fourth night out, when his will
suddenly softened under his hands, he had been
continually hammering away at himself.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum:
"No dear," answered Polychrome, shaking her dainty head.
"You ought to know SOME magic, being the Rainbow's Daughter,"
continued Dorothy, earnestly.
"But we who live on the rainbow among the fleecy clouds have no use
for magic," replied Polychrome.
"What I'd like," said Dorothy, "is to find some way to cross the
desert to the Land of Oz and its Emerald City. I've crossed it
already, you know, more than once. First a cyclone carried my house
over, and some Silver Shoes brought me back again--in half a second.
Then Ozma took me over on her Magic Carpet, and the Nome King's Magic
Belt took me home that time. You see it was magic that did it every
The Road to Oz
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
not even admit my folly to myself. But during the restless hours of
that first night after the accident, when my back ached with lying
on it, and any other position was torture, I found my thoughts
constantly going back to Alison West. I dropped into a doze, to
dream of touching her fingers again to comfort her, and awoke to
find I had patted a teaspoonful of medicine out of Mrs. Klopton's
indignant hand. What was it McKnight had said about making an
egregious ass of myself?
And that brought me back to Richey, and I fancy I groaned. There is
no use expatiating on the friendship between two men who have gone
together through college, have quarreled and made it up, fussed
The Man in Lower Ten