| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum: red by the wind, climbed down its smoky sides and left a present for
every child the house contained.
It was a merry, happy night. Swiftly the deer ran, and busily their
driver worked to scatter his gifts among the sleeping children.
But the sack was empty at last, and the sledge headed homeward; and
now again the race with daybreak began. Glossie and Flossie had no
mind to be rebuked a second time for tardiness, so they fled with a
swiftness that enabled them to pass the gale on which the Frost King
rode, and soon brought them to the Laughing Valley.
It is true when Claus released his steeds from their harness the
eastern sky was streaked with gray, but Glossie and Flossie were deep
The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: of undermuslins." I dropped asleep at that point, and when I roused
a few moments later, the conversation had progressed. Hotchkiss had
a diagram on an envelope.
"With this window bolted, and that one inaccessible, and if, as you
say, the - er - garments were in a tub here at X, then, as you hold
the key to the other door, - I think you said the convent dog did not
raise any disturbance? Pardon a personal question, but do you ever
walk in your sleep?"
The priest looked bewildered.
"I'll tell you what to do," Hotchkiss said cheerfully, leaning
forward, "look around a little yourself before you call in the
The Man in Lower Ten |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: "Oh, Ginevra!" he cried.
She gave a convulsive bound in her chair, and blushed.
"Could I sleep while you were wearing yourself out with toil?" she
said.
"But to me alone belongs the right to work in this way," he answered.
"Could I be idle," she asked, her eyes filling with tears, "when I
know that every mouthful we eat costs a drop of your blood? I should
die if I could not add my efforts to yours. All should be in common
between us: pains and pleasures, both."
"She is cold!" cried Luigi, in despair. "Wrap your shawl closer round
you, my own Ginevra; the night is damp and chilly."
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