|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lost Princess of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
some of our comforts."
"No one knows where we're going to land!" remarked the Lion in a voice
that sounded as if he were going to cry.
"We may not land at all," replied Hank, "but the best way to find out
what will happen to us is to swing across as Scraps and the Woozy have
"I think I shall go last," said the Wizard, "so who wants to go
"I'll go," decided Dorothy.
"No, it's my turn first," said Button-Bright. "Watch me!"
Even as he spoke, the boy seized the strap, and after making a run
The Lost Princess of Oz
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Aspern Papers by Henry James:
with a small flutter, "Yes, yes, to show it's all arranged!"
"Shall you bring the money in gold?" Miss Bordereau demanded,
as I was turning to the door.
I looked at her for a moment. "Aren't you a little afraid,
after all, of keeping such a sum as that in the house?"
It was not that I was annoyed at her avidity but I was really
struck with the disparity between such a treasure and such
scanty means of guarding it.
"Whom should I be afraid of if I am not afraid of you?"
she asked with her shrunken grimness.
"Ah well," said I, laughing, "I shall be in point of fact a protector and I
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn:
summer season, used to mark all his cows that way. Strange!
But, as they worked on, they began to see stranger things,--white
dead faces and dead hands, which did not look like the hands or
the faces of drowned sailors: the ebb was beginning to run
strongly, and these were passing out with it on the other side of
the mouth of the bayou;--perhaps they had been washed into the
marsh during the night, when the great rush of the sea came.
Then the three men left the water, and retired to higher ground
to scan the furrowed Gulf;--their practiced eyes began to search
the courses of the sea-currents,--keen as the gaze of birds that
watch the wake of the plough. And soon the casks and the drift