|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lost Princess of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
are all meat creatures, who tire unless they sleep and starve unless
they eat and suffer from thirst unless they drink. Such animals must
be very imperfect, and imperfect creatures cannot be beautiful. Now,
I am made of wood."
"You surely have a wooden head," said the Mule.
"Yes, and a wooden body and wooden legs, which are as swift as the
wind and as tireless. I've heard Dorothy say that 'handsome is as
handsome does,' and I surely perform my duties in a handsome manner.
Therefore, if you wish my honest judgment, I will confess that among
us all I am the most beautiful."
The Mule snorted, and the Woozy laughed; Toto had lost his growl and
The Lost Princess of Oz
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Door in the Wall, et. al. by H. G. Wells:
little brain. I would not change. Even now."
He looked at the little phial. "There will be no need of
sleep again," he said. The next day at noon--punctual to the
minute, he entered his lecture theatre, put his hat on the end of
the table as his habit was, and carefully selected a large piece of
chalk. It was a joke among his students that he could not lecture
without that piece of chalk to fumble in his fingers, and once he
had been stricken to impotence by their hiding his supply. He came
and looked under his grey eyebrows at the rising tiers of young
fresh faces, and spoke with his accustomed studied commonness of
phrasing. "Circumstances have arisen--circumstances beyond my
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey:
urged him away. The teamster's shrill voice could be heard until they entered
the fur-trader's cabin.
An old man with long, white hair flowing from beneath his wide-brimmed hat,
sat near the door holding one of Mrs. Wentz's children on his knee. His face
was deep-lined and serious; but kindness shone from his mild blue eyes.
"Mr. Wells, this is my brother James. He is a preacher, and has come in place
of the man you expected from Williamsburg."
The old minister arose, and extended his hand, gazing earnestly at the
new-comer meanwhile. Evidently he approved of what he saw in his quick
scrutiny of the other's face, for his lips were wreathed with a smile of
The Spirit of the Border