|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall:
lines of force intersected, and when this number is kept constant
the current remains constant too. Thus the lines of magnetic force
are continually before his eyes, by their aid he colligates his
facts, and through the inspirations derived from them he vastly
expands the boundaries of our experimental knowledge. The beauty
and exactitude of the results of this investigation are
extraordinary. I cannot help thinking while I dwell upon them, that
this discovery of magneto-electricity is the greatest experimental
result ever obtained by an investigator. It is the Mont Blanc of
Faraday's own achievements. He always worked at great elevations,
but a higher than this he never subsequently attained.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lost Princess of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
report to our masters. No one can enter here without the permission
of Vig, the Czarover."
"Who's that?" inquired Dorothy.
But the heads had all bobbed down and disappeared behind
the walls, so there was no answer. They waited a long time
before the gate rolled back with a rumbling sound, and a
loud voice cried, "Enter!" But they lost no time in taking advantage
of the invitation.
On either side of the broad street that led into the city from the
gate stood a row of huge giants, twenty of them on a side and all
standing so close together that their elbows touched. They wore
The Lost Princess of Oz
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Emma McChesney & Co. by Edna Ferber:
dinner with him at the Manitoba House that evening, I caught
myself making eyes at him, knowing that every woman in the
dining-room would have given her front teeth to be where I was."
After which extensive period, Ethel Morrissey helped herself to
her third cup of tea. Emma McChesney relaxed a little and
laughed a tremulous little laugh.
"Oh, well, I suppose I must not hope to combat such formidable
rivals as walking-sticks, chamois gloves, and EYES. My business
arguments are futile compared to those."
Ethel Morrissey delivered herself of a last shot.
"You're wrong, Emma. Those things helped him, but they didn't
Emma McChesney & Co.