| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: interrupted by a person, something like a cross between a bookmaker
and a private secretary, who, entering through a door which was not
the anteroom door, walked up and stooped to whisper into his ear.
"Eh? What? Who, did you say?"
The nondescript person stooped and whispered again, adding a little
louder: "Says he won't detain you a moment."
My little man glanced at me, said "Ah! Well," irresolutely. I got
up from my chair and offered to come again later. He looked
whimsically alarmed. "No, no. It's bad enough to lose my money but
I don't want to waste any more of my time over your friend. We must
be done with this to-day. Just go and have a look at that garniture
Chance |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Patchwork Girl of Oz by L. Frank Baum: the Shaggy Man declared. "I've never noticed any
butterflies there, but that is the yellow country
of Oz and it's ruled, by a good friend of mine,
the Tin Woodman."
"Oh, I've heard of him!" exclaimed Ojo. "He
must be a wonderful man."
"So he is, and his heart is wonderfully kind.
I'm sure the Tin Woodman will do all in his
power to help you to save your Unc Nunkie
and poor Margolotte."
"The next thing I must find," said the
The Patchwork Girl of Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In the South Seas by Robert Louis Stevenson: prodigious company of women. A few lingered in the middle of the
court for the card-party, and saw the honours shuffled and dealt,
and Tembinok' deliberating between his two; hands, and the queens
losing their tobacco. Then these also were scattered and
extinguished; and their place was taken by a great bonfire, the
night-light of the palace. When this was no more, smaller fires
burned likewise at the gates. These were tended by the crones,
unseen, unsleeping - not always unheard. Should any approach in
the dark hours, a guarded alert made the circuit of the palisade;
each sentry signalled her neighbour with a stone; the rattle of
falling pebbles passed and died away; and the wardens of Tembinok'
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