| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: the Continent, if a man had not "something by command of the king,"
he was nothing; and something he naturally wished to be, even by
means of a Government which he disliked and despised. So in France,
where innumerable petty posts were regular articles of sale, anyone,
it seems, who had saved a little money, found it most profitable to
invest it in a beadledom of some kind--to the great detriment of the
country, for he thus withdrew his capital from trade; but to his own
clear gain, for he thereby purchased some immunity from public
burdens, and, as it were, compounded once and for all for his taxes.
The petty German princes, it seems, followed the example of France,
and sold their little beadledoms likewise; but even where offices
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Magic of Oz by L. Frank Baum: beach and propel it slowly to where the Wizard stood on the river bank.
"Good!" exclaimed the little man, well pleased.
"May I go across with you?" asked Dorothy.
The Wizard hesitated.
"If you'll take care not to leave the raft or step foot on the
island, you'll be quite safe," he decided. So the Wizard told the
Hungry Tiger and the Cowardly Lion to guard the cage of monkeys until
he returned, and then he and Dorothy got upon the raft. The paddle
which Cap'n Bill had made was still there, so the little Wizard paddled
the clumsy raft across the water and ran it upon the beach of the
Magic Isle as close to the place where Cap'n Bill and Trot were
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lucile by Owen Meredith: Your permission to finish (no difficult task!)
The cigar you have given me (really a prize!)
In your company.
ALFRED.
Charm'd, Sir, to find your road lies
In the way of my own inclinations! Indeed
The dream of your nation I find in this weed.
In the distant Savannahs a talisman grows
That makes all men brothers that use it . . . who knows?
That blaze which erewhile from the Boulevart out-broke,
It has ended where wisdom begins, Sir,--in smoke.
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