| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum: Claus make a donkey with a nodding head, which he did, and afterward
found that it amused the little ones immensely. And so the toys grew
in beauty and attractiveness every day, until they were the wonder of
even the immortals.
When another Christmas Eve drew near there was a monster load of
beautiful gifts for the children ready to be loaded upon the big
sledge. Claus filled three sacks to the brim, and tucked every corner
of the sledge-box full of toys besides.
Then, at twilight, the ten reindeer appeared and Flossie introduced
them all to Claus. They were Racer and Pacer, Reckless and Speckless,
Fearless and Peerless, and Ready and Steady, who, with Glossie and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: come b----"
But at the look on his face then, and at the low growl of
unaccustomed rage that broke from him, even she ceased her
clatter.
They moved to Chicago in the early spring. The look that had
been on Ben Westerveld's face when he drove Dike to the train
that carried him to camp was stamped there again--indelibly this
time, it seemed. Calhoun County in the spring has much the
beauty of California. There is a peculiar golden light about it,
and the hills are a purplish haze. Ben Westerveld, walking down
his path to the gate, was more poignantly dramatic than any
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Old Maid by Honore de Balzac: forehead in your left hand, rest one foot on the fender, and your
elbow on your knee; then, if you compass the idea of this quiet and
uniform scene, this house and its interior, this company and its
interests, heightened by the pettiness of its intellect like goldleaf
beaten between sheets of parchment, ask yourself, What is human life?
Try to decide between him who scribbles jokes on Egyptian obelisks,
and him who has "bostoned" for twenty years with Du Bousquier,
Monsieur de Valois, Mademoiselle Cormon, the judge of the court, the
king's attorney, the Abbe de Sponde, Madame Granson, and tutti quanti.
If the daily and punctual return of the same steps to the same path is
not happiness, it imitates happiness so well that men driven by the
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