| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum: forward as if frightened by the clatter of his own foot-steps.
"Whoa!" shouted Tip, picking himself up; "whoa! you idiot whoa!" The Saw-
Horse would probably have paid no attention to this, but just then it
stepped a leg into a gopher-hole and stumbled head-over-heels to the ground,
where it lay upon its back, frantically waving its four legs in the air.
Tip ran up to it.
"You're a nice sort of a horse, I must say!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't you
stop when I yelled 'whoa?'"
"Does 'whoa' mean to stop?" asked the Saw-Horse, in a surprised voice, as it
rolled its eyes upward to look at the boy.
"Of course it does," answered Tip.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dust by Mr. And Mrs. Haldeman-Julius: loomed out of the twilight, reminding one, in their slate-colored
paint, of magnificent battleships.
The bright glare of the auto picked Mrs. Wade out for them as
mercilessly as a searchlight. Where she had been stout thirteen
years before, she was now frankly fat. Four keen eyes noted the
soft, cushiony double chin, the heavy breasts, ample stomach,
spreading hips, and thick shoulders, rounded from many years of
bending over her kitchen table. Kansas wind, Kansas well-water
and Kansas sun had played their usual havoc, giving her skin the
dull sand color so common in the Sunflower State. She had come
from her cooking and she was hot, beads of sweat trickling from
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: must come back soon because of the glass two-thirds full and also of
the book put down so brusquely. God knows what sudden pang had made
Anthony jump up so. I am convinced he used reading as an opiate
against the pain of his magnanimity which like all abnormal growths
was gnawing at his healthy substance with cruel persistence.
Perhaps he had rushed into his cabin simply to groan freely in
absolute and delicate secrecy. At any rate he tarried there. And
young Powell would have grown weary and compunctious at last if it
had not become manifest to him that he had not been alone in the
highly incorrect occupation of watching the movements of Captain
Anthony.
Chance |
