| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mad King by Edgar Rice Burroughs: shopkeeper was to carry.
"And, Butzow," added Barney, "look to my revolvers and
your own, and lay my sword out as well. The chances are
that we shall have to use them before we are ten minutes
older."
In an incredibly short space of time the young man
emerged from the bath, his luxuriant beard gone forever,
he hoped. Butzow looked at him with a smile.
"I must say that the beard did not add greatly to your
majesty's good looks," he said.
"Never mind the bouquets, old man," cried Barney, cram-
The Mad King |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: free, and perhaps the Scarecrow had noticed this, for when he came
back to the others he said:
"The matter is a very simple one, after all. We have but to run under
the hammer, one at a time, when it is lifted, and pass to the other
side before it falls again."
"It will require quick work, if we escape the blow," said the Tin
Woodman, with a shake of his head. "But it really seems the only
thing to be done. Who will make the first attempt?"
They looked at one another hesitatingly for a moment. Then the
Cowardly Lion, who was trembling like a leaf in the wind, said to them:
"I suppose the head of the procession must go first--and that's me.
Ozma of Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Amazing Interlude by Mary Roberts Rinehart: trenches.
A field kitchen had been destroyed. The men were hungry, disheartened,
wet through. They needed her, she felt. Even the little she could do
would help. All day she had made soup, and at evening Marie led from
its dilapidated stable the little horse that Henri had once brought up,
trundling its cart behind it. The boiler of the cart was scoured, a
fire lighted in the fire box. Marie, a country girl, harnessed the
shaggy little animal, but with tears of terror.
"You will be killed, mademoiselle," she protested, weeping.
"But I haxe gone before. Don't you remember the man whose wife was
English, and how I wrote a letter for him before he died?"
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