|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis:
in their offices. We're not doing any boasting, but we like ourselves
first-rate, and if you don't like us, look out--better get under cover before
the cyclone hits town!"
"'So! In my clumsy way I have tried to sketch the Real He-man, the fellow with
Zip and Bang. And it's because Zenith has so large a proportion of such men
that it's the most stable, the greatest of our cities. New York also has its
thousands of Real Folks, but New York is cursed with unnumbered foreigners. So
are Chicago and San Francisco. Oh, we have a golden roster of cities--Detroit
and Cleveland with their renowned factories, Cincinnati with its great
machine-tool and soap products, Pittsburg and Birmingham with their steel,
Kansas City and Minneapolis and Omaha that open their bountiful gates on the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard:
are Spanish, and I do not know how they will greet us in the City
of Pines now that our cause is lost, and with it so many thousands
of their warriors.'
'We must take the risk, husband. There are still true hearts in
Anahuac, who will stand by us in our sorrow and their own. At the
least we have escaped from greater dangers. Now let me dress your
wounds and rest awhile.'
So for three more days I lay in the cave of the mountains and
Otomie tended me, and at the end of that time my state was such
that I could travel in a litter, though for some weeks I was unable
to set foot to the ground. On the fourth day we started by night,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa:
great deal of dry grass and twigs? You will make sure that the
spots will be as brown as those you wear."
"Oh, yes. I'll pile up grass and willows once oftener than my
"Now let us dig the hole, pull the grass, and gather sticks,"
cried Iktomi in glee.
Thus with his own hands he aids in making his grave. After
the hole was dug and cushioned with grass, Iktomi, muttering
something about brown spots, leaped down into it. Lengthwise, flat
on his back, he lay. While the fawn covered him over with cedars,
a far-away voice came up through them, "Brown, brown spots to wear