|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Emerald City of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
with visitors who would ruin our lovely, secluded fairyland."
"That is true enough," agreed the Wizard.
"Also the desert fails to protect us in other ways," Ozma went on,
thoughtfully. "Johnny Dooit once made a sand-boat that sailed across
it, and the Nome King made a tunnel under it. So I believe something
ought to be done to cut us off from the rest of the world entirely,
so that no one in the future will ever be able to intrude upon us."
"How will you do that?" asked the Scarecrow.
"I do not know; but in some way I am sure it can be accomplished.
To-morrow I will make a journey to the castle of Glinda the Good,
and ask her advice."
The Emerald City of Oz
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris:
some sort of public enclosure. There were many trees; the place
was beautiful; well-kept roads and walks led sinuously and
invitingly underneath the shade. Through the trees upon the
other side of a wide expanse of turf, brown and sear under the
summer sun, she caught a glimpse of tall buildings and a
flagstaff. The whole place had a vaguely public, educational
appearance, and Minna guessed, from certain notices affixed to
the trees, warning the public against the picking of flowers,
that she had found her way into the grounds of the State
University. She went on a little further. The path she was
following led her, at length, into a grove of gigantic live oaks,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister:
for the cow-puncher had nothing to say and Balaam was sulky, so
they moved along in silent endurance of each other's company and
the tedium of the journey.
But the slow succession of rise and fall in the plain changed and
shortened. The earth's surface became lumpy, rising into mounds
and knotted systems of steep small hills cut apart by staring
gashes of sand, where water poured in the spring from the melting
snow. After a time they ascended through the foot-hills till the
plain below was for a while concealed, but came again into view
in its entirety, distant and a thing of the past, while some
magpies sailed down to meet them from the new country they were