| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Kidnapped Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum: keep his feet dry, received a sewing box filled with colored worsteds
and threads and needles, which made him so provoked that he
thoughtlessly called our dear Santa Claus a fraud.
Had there been many such mistakes the Daemons would have accomplished
their evil purpose and made the children unhappy. But the little
friends of the absent Santa Claus labored faithfully and intelligently
to carry out their master's ideas, and they made fewer errors than
might be expected under such unusual circumstances.
And, although they worked as swiftly as possible, day had begun to
break before the toys and other presents were all distributed; so for
the first time in many years the reindeer trotted into the Laughing
A Kidnapped Santa Claus |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: chain, new and black-painted, that hung under the house suspended
from the floor-beams, and ordered it to be used on the hospital as
well. Other boys brought the coffin, a grotesque patchwork of
packing-cases, and under his directions they laid Hughie Drummond
in it. Half a dozen boys carried it down the beach, while he rode
on the back of another, his arms around the black's neck, one hand
clutching a prayer-book.
While he read the service, the blacks gazed apprehensively at the
dark line on the water, above which rolled and tumbled the racing
clouds. The first breath of the wind, faint and silken, tonic with
life, fanned through his dry-baked body as he finished reading.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: good sons-in-law, I should be too happy, and I dare say there is
no perfect happiness here below. If I might live with them--
simply hear their voices, know that they are there, see them go
and come as I used to do at home when they were still with me;
why, my heart bounds at the thought. . . . Were they nicely
dressed?"
"Yes," said Eugene. "But, M. Goriot, how is it that your
daughters have such fine houses, while you live in such a den as
this?"
"Dear me, why should I want anything better?" he replied, with
seeming carelessness. "I can't quite explain to you how it is; I
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