| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Magic of Oz by L. Frank Baum: angry, but we also were angry, for when the Oz people became the
enemies of the beasts they also became our enemies; for we, too, are
beasts, although we live in the sky. And my comrade and I said: 'We
will save our friends and have revenge on the Oz people,' and so we
came here to tell you of your danger and of our plan to save you."
"We can save ourselves," cried an old Elephant. "We can fight."
"The Oz people are fairies, and you can't fight against magic unless
you also have magic," answered the Nome.
"Tell us your plan!" shouted the huge Tiger, and the other beasts
echoed his words, crying: "Tell us your plan."
"My plan is simple," replied Ruggedo. "By our magic we will
The Magic of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: eyes with dust difficult of removal. Whereupon he turned his back to the
wind.
The afternoon grew apace; the sun glistened on the white patches of
Coconina Mountain; it set; and the wind died.
"Five miles of red sand," said Naab." Here's what kills the horses.
Getup."
There was no trail. All before was red sand, hollows, slopes, levels,
dunes, in which the horses sank above their fetlocks. The wheels
ploughed deep, and little red streams trailed down from the tires. Naab
trudged on foot with the reins in his hands. Hare essayed to walk also,
soon tired, and floundered behind till Naab ordered him to ride again.
The Heritage of the Desert |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall: the residue of his life was neither irritability nor discontent.
He was unfit to mingle in society, for conversation was a pain to him;
but let us observe the great Man-child when alone. He is at the
village of Interlaken, enjoying Jungfrau sunsets, and at times
watching the Swiss nailers making their nails. He keeps a little
journal, in which he describes the process of nailmaking, and
incidentally throws a luminous beam upon himself.
'August 2, 1841.--Clout nailmaking goes on here rather considerably,
and is a very neat and pretty operation to observe. I love a
smith's shop and anything relating to smithery. My father was a
smith.'
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