| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Emerald City of Oz by L. Frank Baum: "Perhaps we're lost," suggested Aunt Em, after they had proceeded quite
a way in silence.
"Never mind," said the Shaggy Man; "I've been lost many a time--and
so has Dorothy--and we've always been found again."
"But we may get hungry," remarked Omby Amby. "That is the worst of
getting lost in a place where there are no houses near."
"We had a good dinner at the Fuddle town," said Uncle Henry, "and that
will keep us from starving to death for a long time."
"No one ever starved to death in Oz," declared Dorothy, positively;
"but people may get pretty hungry sometimes."
The Wizard said nothing, and he did not seem especially anxious. The
The Emerald City of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: studies?"
"Yes."
It was all very romantic, by the waves of the Sound, under a
harvest moon, that seemed all sympathy for these two, despite the
fact that it was probably looking down upon hundreds of other
equally romantic couples. Annette went to bed with glowing
cheeks, and a heart whose pulsations would have caused a
physician to prescribe unlimited digitalis.
It was still hot in New Orleans when she returned home, and it
seemed hard to go immediately to work. But if one is going to be
an opera-singer some day and capture the world with one's voice,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard: seventy yards of the waggon, I put up an old Impala ram from behind a
mimosa thorn. He ran straight for the waggon, and it was not till he
was passing within a few feet of it that I could get a decent shot at
him. Then I pulled, and caught him half-way down the spine. Over he
went, dead as a door-nail, and a pretty shot it was, though I ought not
to say it. This little incident put me into rather a better humour,
especially as the buck had rolled right against the after-part of the
waggon, so I had only to gut him, fix a reim round his legs, and haul
him up. By the time I had done this the sun was down, and the full moon
was up, and a beautiful moon it was. And then there came that wonderful
hush which sometimes falls over the African bush in the early hours of
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