| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Kidnapped Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum: One would thing that our good old Santa Claus, who devotes his days to
making children happy, would have no enemies on all the earth; and, as
a matter of fact, for a long period of time he encountered nothing but
love wherever he might go.
But the Daemons who live in the mountain caves grew to hate Santa Claus
very much, and all for the simple reason that he made children happy.
The Caves of the Daemons are five in number. A broad pathway leads
up to the first cave, which is a finely arched cavern at the foot of
the mountain, the entrance being beautifully carved and decorated. In
it resides the Daemon of Selfishness. Back of this is another cavern
inhabited by the Daemon of Envy. The cave of the Daemon of Hatred is
A Kidnapped Santa Claus |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Beasts of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: meal he had been carrying to Lady Greystoke. Upon the end
of his long, stringy neck his little head was cocked to one
side, his close-set eyes were half closed, his ears, so
expressive was his whole attitude of stealthy eavesdropping,
seemed truly to be cocked forward--even his long, yellow,
straggly moustache appeared to assume a sly droop.
As Rokoff closed his appeal, awaiting the reply he invited,
the look of surprise upon Jane Clayton's face turned to one
of disgust. She fairly shuddered in the fellow's face.
"I would not have been surprised, M. Rokoff," she said,
had you attempted to force me to submit to your evil desires,
The Beasts of Tarzan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: though that was not its name. What to expect, he knew not;
for a man may live in dreams, and yet be unprepared for their
realisation. It was already with a certain pang of surprise
that he beheld the mansion, standing in the eye of day, a
solid among solids. The key, upon trial, readily opened the
front door; he entered that great house, a privileged
burglar; and, escorted by the echoes of desertion, rapidly
reviewed the empty chambers. Cats, servant, old lady, the
very marks of habitation, like writing on a slate, had been
in these few hours obliterated. He wandered from floor to
floor, and found the house of great extent; the kitchen
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