| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Master Key by L. Frank Baum: fisherman; "no one ever did it afore, as we knows on."
"Oh, that is a long story," replied the boy, evasively.
The two sailors had awakened and now saluted the new-comers. Soon
they were exchanging a running fire of questions and answers.
"Where are we?" Rob heard the little sailor ask.
"Coast of Oregon," was the reply. "We're about seven miles from Port
Orford by land an' about ten miles by sea."
"Do you live at Port Orford?" inquired the sailor.
"That's what we do, friend; an' if your party wants to join us we'll
do our best to make you comf'table, bein' as you're shipwrecked an'
need help."
The Master Key |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: With raised visor the black knight rode back to the
side of his vanquished foe. There was a cruel smile
upon his lips as he leaned toward the prostrate form.
He spoke tauntingly, but there was no response, then
he prodded the fallen man with the point of his spear.
Even this elicited no movement. With a shrug of his
iron clad shoulders the black knight wheeled and rode
on down the road until he had disappeared from sight
within the gloomy shadows of the encircling forest.
The little boy was spell-bound. Naught like this had
he ever seen or dreamed.
The Outlaw of Torn |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne: Tom instantly laid hold of another--
But seeing Tom's had more gristle in it--
She signed the capitulation--and Tom sealed it; and there was an end of the
matter.
Chapter 4.LXVII.
All womankind, continued Trim, (commenting upon his story) from the highest
to the lowest, an' please your honour, love jokes; the difficulty is to
know how they chuse to have them cut; and there is no knowing that, but by
trying, as we do with our artillery in the field, by raising or letting
down their breeches, till we hit the mark.--
--I like the comparison, said my uncle Toby, better than the thing itself--
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