| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Art of War by Sun Tzu: four-tenths of its total revenue.
15. Hence a wise general makes a point of foraging on the
enemy. One cartload of the enemy's provisions is equivalent to
twenty of one's own, and likewise a single PICUL of his provender
is equivalent to twenty from one's own store.
[Because twenty cartloads will be consumed in the process of
transporting one cartload to the front. A PICUL is a unit of
measure equal to 133.3 pounds (65.5 kilograms).]
16. Now in order to kill the enemy, our men must be roused
to anger; that there may be advantage from defeating the enemy,
they must have their rewards.
The Art of War |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz by L. Frank Baum: "I'm 'most starved to death."
"Oh, Eureka! Can you talk?"
"Talk! Am I talking? Good gracious, I believe I am. Isn't it
funny?" asked the kitten.
"It's all wrong." said Zeb, gravely. "Animals ought not to talk. But
even old Jim has been saying things since we had our accident."
"I can't see that it's wrong," remarked Jim, in his gruff tones. "At
least, it isn't as wrong as some other things. What's going to become
of us now?"
"I don't know," answered the boy, looking around him curiously.
The houses of the city were all made of glass, so clear and
Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: letting herself into her own house.
The boy in question, the boy of the cake, John Mayrant, was coming out of
the gate at which I next rang. The appearance of his boyish figure and
well-carried head struck me anew, as it had at first; from his whole
person one got at once a strangely romantic impression. He looked at me,
made as if he would speak, but passed on. Probably he had been hearing as
much about me as I had been hearing about him. At this house the black
servant had not gone home for the night, and if the mistress had been out
to take a look at the steam yacht, she had returned.
"My sister," she said, presenting me to a supremely fine-looking old
lady, more chiselled, more august, than even herself. I did not catch
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