| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: happiness from fingering the grains of sand in the dunes. We find
happiness by finding our way home."
The Day Creativity Met the Linear Dragon
It was a winter's rainy day when the new Vice President for Design
Concepts (who had just been promoted from Senior Accountant because
he could calculate to the nearest nickel how much a new car would
cost to build) noticed that two of his employees, a young man and a
young woman, were not at their desks. Upon inquiring, he was told
that they had "gone to the loft to be creative." The Vice President
(who could remember the part number of every component he had ever
touched) calmly adjusted his bow tie, cleared his throat, checked to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lin McLean by Owen Wister: conversation, and kep' us all scared for mighty nigh an hour. Miss Peck
appeared interested in his statements."
"What was you doing at the Taylors' yourself?" demanded Lin.
"Visitin' Miss Wood," answered the Virginian, with entire ease. For he
also knew when to employ the plain truth as a bluff. "You'd ought to
write to Tommy's mother, Lin, and tell her what a dare-devil her son is
gettin' to be. She would cut off his allowance and bring him home, and
you would have the runnin' all to yourself."
"I'll fix him yet," muttered Mr. McLean. "Him and his wars."
With that he rose and left us.
The next afternoon he informed me that if I was riding up the creek to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: thousand oars, as though myriads of wild-fowl had sprung suddenly
from their reedy beds. Here, there, and everywhere torches flashed
out like falling stars, wild notes were blown on horns and shells,
and above all arose the booming of the snakeskin drum which the
priests upon the teocalli beat furiously.
Presently the murmur grew to a roar, and from this direction and
from that, armed men poured towards the causeway of Tlacopan. Some
came on foot, but the most of them were in canoes which covered the
waters of the lake further than the ear could hear. Now the
Spaniards to the number of fifteen hundred or so, accompanied by
some six or eight thousand Tlascalans, were emerging on the
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