| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Buttered Side Down by Edna Ferber: while his eyes were getting accustomed to the shifting, jostling,
pushing, giggling, walking, talking throng. The city is justly
famed as a hot house of forced knowledge.
One thing Louie could not learn. He could not bring himself
to accept the V in Sophy's dress. Louie's mother had been one of
the old-fashioned kind who wore a blue-and-white checked gingham
apron from 6 A.M. to 2 P.M., when she took it off to go downtown
and help the ladies of the church at the cake sale in the empty
window of the gas company's office, only to don it again when she
fried the potatoes for supper. Among other things she had taught
Louie to wipe his feet before coming in, to respect and help women,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: Introduction
I found myself in Twilight Land. How I ever got there I cannot
tell, but there I was in Twilight Land.
What is Twilight Land? It is a wonderful, wonderful place where
no sun shines to scorch your back as you jog along the way, where
no rain falls to make the road muddy and hard to travel, where no
wind blows the dust into your eyes or the chill into your marrow.
Where all is sweet and quiet and ready to go to bed.
Where is Twilight Land? Ah! that I cannot tell you. You will
either have to ask your mother or find it for yourself.
There I was in Twilight Land. The birds were singing their
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: girl was not talking any more.
The tiny little girl was so sick that she only just could breathe
quickly, just so--and just so--.
If Bessie Bell could remember that, it was only that she remembered
the big white cat like a big soft dream. And she might have
remembered how, now and then, the big cat put out a paw and touched
the little girl's cheek, like a soft white dream-touch.
And that little girl had on a night-gown that was long, and soft,
and white, and on that little white night-gown was worked, oh so
carefully, in linen thread: ``Bessie Bell.''
Then the few people who walked about the world in Fever-time came in
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