| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: release the prisoner at once."
So Ozma followed her, and they passed up the stairs that led to the
room in the tower.
While they were gone Ozma's followers remained in the drawing-room,
and the Scarecrow was leaning against a form that he had mistaken for
a copper statue when a harsh, metallic voice said suddenly in his ear:
"Get off my foot, please. You are scratch-ing my pol-ish."
"Oh, excuse me!" he replied, hastily drawing back. "Are you alive?"
"No," said Tiktok, "I am on-ly a ma-chine. But I can think and speak
and act, when I am pro-per-ly wound up. Just now my ac-tion is run
down, and Dor-o-thy has the key to it."
Ozma of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from From London to Land's End by Daniel Defoe: Nature has fortified this part of the island of Britain in a
strange manner, and so, as is worth a traveller's observation, as
if she knew the force and violence of the mighty ocean which beats
upon it; and which, indeed, if the land was not made firm in
proportion, could not withstand, but would have been washed away
long ago.
First, there are the islands of Scilly and the rocks about them;
these are placed like out-works to resist the first assaults of
this enemy, and so break the force of it, as the piles (or
starlings, as they are called) are placed before the solid
stonework of London Bridge to fence off the force either of the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Eugenie Grandet by Honore de Balzac: from each other by square beds, where the earth was held in by box-
borders, made the garden, which terminated, beneath a terrace of the
old walls, in a group of lindens. At the farther end were raspberry-
bushes; at the other, near the house, an immense walnut-tree drooped
its branches almost into the window of the miser's sanctum.
A clear day and the beautiful autumnal sun common to the banks of the
Loire was beginning to melt the hoar-frost which the night had laid on
these picturesque objects, on the walls, and on the plants which
swathed the court-yard. Eugenie found a novel charm in the aspect of
things lately so insignificant to her. A thousand confused thoughts
came to birth in her mind and grew there, as the sunbeams grew without
Eugenie Grandet |
