| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: "And a rifle," added Texas, promptly.
It occurred to her that they were all working together to drift
the conversation back to a safe topic. She followed the lead
given her, but she made up her mind to know what it was about her
neighbor, Mr. Bannister, the sheep herder, that needed to be
handled with such wariness and circumspection of speech.
Her chance came half an hour later, when she stood talking to the
landlady on the hotel porch in the mellow twilight that seemed to
rest on the land like a moonlit aura. For the moment they were
alone.
"What is it about this man Bannister that makes men afraid to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum: "I regret to say that I do not," he answered, sadly; "but I hope to
meet her soon. You know the Princess Ozma is to celebrate her
birthday on the twenty-first of this month."
"Is she?" said Dorothy. "I didn't know that."
"Yes; it is to be the most brilliant royal ceremony ever held in any
city in Fairyland, and I hope you will try to get me an invitation."
Dorothy thought a moment.
"I'm sure Ozma would invite you if I asked her," she said; "but how
could you get to the Land of Oz and the Emerald City? It's a good way
from Kansas."
"Kansas!" he exclaimed, surprised.
The Road to Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: and subdued my thoughts and senses; but still my last waking effort
was to listen and distinguish, and my last conscious state was one
of wonder at the foreign clamour in my ears.
Twice in the course of the dark hours - once when a stone galled me
underneath the sack, and again when the poor patient Modestine,
growing angry, pawed and stamped upon the road - I was recalled for
a brief while to consciousness, and saw a star or two overhead, and
the lace-like edge of the foliage against the sky. When I awoke
for the third time (Wednesday, September 25th), the world was
flooded with a blue light, the mother of the dawn. I saw the
leaves labouring in the wind and the ribbon of the road; and, on
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