|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum:
frantically in an effort to get free.
Otherwise they were unhurt by the adventure; so the shaggy man stood
up and pulled Button-Bright out of the hole and went to the edge of
the desert to look at the sand-boat. It was a mere mass of splinters
now, crushed out of shape against the rocks. The wind had torn away
the sail and carried it to the top of a tall tree, where the fragments
of it fluttered like a white flag.
"Well," he said, cheerfully, "we're here; but where the here is
I don't know."
"It must be some part of the Land of Oz," observed Dorothy, coming to
The Road to Oz
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis:
money in the middle of the month. And he can go to the pay window
and get it when he needs it. The doctor doesn't send his bill
till the end of the month. The landlord doesn't collect the rent
till the end of the month. The grocer and butcher let you run a
bill till the end of the month. Some of us are really better off
getting our pay at the end of the month. For it's all there for
us and we can pay our bills promptly and hold up our heads as
men. If we didn't leave our money in the office until the end of
the month, we might blow it in at a bar, and when the wife wanted
money to pay the rent and food bill we would have to tell her we
were broke and she would have to hang her head. When the landlord
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Padre Ignacio by Owen Wister:
young man's daily reading. As he surveyed the Padre's august shelves, it
was with a touch of the histrionic Southern gravity which his Northern
education had not wholly schooled out of him that he said:
"I fear I am no scholar, sir. But I know what writers every gentleman
ought to respect."
The polished Padre bowed gravely to this compliment.
It was when his eyes caught sight of the music that the young man felt
again at ease, and his vivacity returned to him. Leaving his chair, he
began enthusiastically to examine the tall piles that filled one side of
the room. The volumes lay piled and scattered everywhere, making a
pleasant disorder; and, as perfume comes from a flower, memories of