| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris: wicker telescope baskets, satchels, and valises, his tickets in
his mouth, his hat on wrong side foremost, Hilma and her parents
hurrying on behind him, trying to keep up. Annixter was in a
turmoil of nerves lest something should go wrong; catching a
train was always for him a little crisis. He rushed ahead so
furiously that when he had found his Pullman he had lost his
party. He set down his valises to mark the place and charged
back along the platform, waving his arms.
"Come on," he cried, when, at length, he espied the others.
"We've no more time."
He shouldered and urged them forward to where he had set his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Enchanted Island of Yew by L. Frank Baum: "I can not do that," replied Prince Marvel, "for I am but a wandering
adventurer and must soon continue my travels. But I believe you will
be able to rule your people without my help."
"It is not so easy a task," she answered, sighing. "For I am singular
and my people are all double."
"Well, let us hold a meeting in your palace," said the prince,
"and then we can decide what is best to be done."
So they dismissed the people, who cheered their High Ki enthusiastically,
returning quietly to their daily tasks and the gossip that was sure to
follow such important events as they had witnessed.
The army of King Terribus and the fifty-nine reformed thieves went to
The Enchanted Island of Yew |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: this stone bench till I come back for you?''
Bessie Bell said, ``Yes, Sister Helen Vincula.''
So Sister Helen Vincula went away across the long bridge to see the
ladies and to tell them Good-bye.
Bessie Bell did not know much about going away, and she did not
understand about it at all, so she did not care at all about it.
She just sat on the stone bench with her little pink hands folded on
her blue checked apron, and looked at the children in their
prettiest clothes, and at the babies, and at the parasols.
She loved so to look, and she loved so to listen to the pretty gay
music that she did not notice that a lady had come to the stone
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