| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: Of course they at once halted, a safe distance away from the terrible
iron mallet. The magic carpet would do them no good in this case, for
it was only meant to protect them from any dangers upon the ground
beneath their feet, and not from dangers that appeared in the air
above them.
"Wow!" said the Cowardly Lion, with a shudder. "It makes me
dreadfully nervous to see that big hammer pounding so near my head.
One blow would crush me into a door-mat."
"The ir-on gi-ant is a fine fel-low," said Tiktok, "and works as
stead-i-ly as a clock. He was made for the Nome King by Smith &
Tin-ker, who made me, and his du-ty is to keep folks from find-ing the
Ozma of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: Travers, Jorgenson, in the dusk of the passage, had the aspect of
a dim white ghost, and he chilled her by his ghost's aloofness.
He picked up the watch from her outspread palm without a word of
thanks, only mumbling in his moustache, "H'm, yes, that's it. I
haven't yet forgotten how to count seconds correctly, but it's
better to have a watch."
She had not the slightest notion what he meant. And she did not
care. Her mind remained confused and the sense of bodily
discomfort oppressed her. She whispered, shamefacedly, "I believe
I've slept."
"I haven't," mumbled Jorgenson, growing more and more distinct to
The Rescue |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from All's Well That Ends Well by William Shakespeare: In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue
Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness
Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,
That thee may furnish and my prayers pluck down,
Fall on thy head! Farewell.--My lord,
'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,
Advise him.
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