| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Patchwork Girl of Oz by L. Frank Baum: thoughtfully. "Ozma will see him 'bout it, of
course, and then she'll punish him. But how,
I don't know, 'cause no one ever has been
punished in Oz since I knew anything about
the place. Too bad, Shaggy Man, isn't it?"
While they were talking Scraps had been
roaming around the room and looking at all
the pretty things it contained. She had carried
Ojo's basket in her hand, until now, when she
decided to see what was inside it. She found
the bread and cheese, which she had no use for,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Meno by Plato: BOY: Four, Socrates.
SOCRATES: And might there not be another square twice as large as this,
and having like this the lines equal?
BOY: Yes.
SOCRATES: And of how many feet will that be?
BOY: Of eight feet.
SOCRATES: And now try and tell me the length of the line which forms the
side of that double square: this is two feet--what will that be?
BOY: Clearly, Socrates, it will be double.
SOCRATES: Do you observe, Meno, that I am not teaching the boy anything,
but only asking him questions; and now he fancies that he knows how long a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: paused with the wet soap in his hand and stared out at the dimly visible
trees. "Oh, the times, the times!" he murmured to himself, gazing long;
and then with a sort of start he returned to the present moment, and
rinsed and dried his hands. Presently we were sitting at the table,
pledging each other in well-cooled champagne; and it was not long after
this that not only the negro who waited on us was plainly reveling in
John's remarks, but also the cook, with her bandannaed ebony head poked
round the corner of the kitchen door, was doing her utmost to lose no
word of this entertainment. For John, taking up the young and the old,
the quick and the dead, of masculine Kings Port, proceeded to narrate
their private exploits, until by coffee-time he had unrolled for me the
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