| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from God The Invisible King by H. G. Wells: respecting wordly life, to life under the dispensation of God
discovered. A barrister is usually a man of some energy and
ambition, his honour is moulded by the traditions of an ancient and
antiquated profession, instinctively self-preserving and yet with a
real desire for consistency and respect. As a profession it has
been greedy and defensively conservative, but it has never been
shameless nor has it ever broken faith with its own large and
selfish, but quite definite, propositions. It has never for
instance had the shamelessness of such a traditionless and
undisciplined class as the early factory organisers. It has never
had the dull incoherent wickedness of the sort of men who exploit
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington Robinson: And followed him, -- led by the nameless devil
I worshipped and called my brother. The city
Shone like a dream that night; the windows
Flashed with a piercing flame, and the pavements
Pulsed and swayed with a warmth -- or something
That seemed so then to my feet -- and thrilled me
With a quick, dizzy joy; and the women
And men, like marvellous things of magic,
Floated and laughed and sang by my shoulder,
Sent with a wizard motion. Through it
And over and under it all there sounded
|
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lost Princess of Oz by L. Frank Baum: "Well," remarked the Wizard, "your discovery has certainly saved us a
lot of trouble, and we must all thank the Frogman, too, for making
such a good fight. The dove's shape had Ugu's evil disposition inside
it, and that made the monster bird dangerous."
The Frogman was looking sad because the bird's talons had torn his
pretty clothes, but he bowed with much dignity at this well-deserved
praise. Cayke, however, had squatted on the floor and was sobbing
bitterly. "My precious dishpan is gone!" she wailed. "Gone, just as
I had found it again!"
"Never mind," said Trot, trying to comfort her, "it's sure to be
SOMEWHERE, so we'll cert'nly run across it some day."
The Lost Princess of Oz |
