| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum: him to put a few brains into his head," she replied.
The Tin Woodman appeared to think deeply for a moment. Then he said:
"Do you suppose Oz could give me a heart?"
"Why, I guess so," Dorothy answered. "It would be as easy as
to give the Scarecrow brains."
"True," the Tin Woodman returned. "So, if you will allow me
to join your party, I will also go to the Emerald City and ask Oz
to help me."
"Come along," said the Scarecrow heartily, and Dorothy added
that she would be pleased to have his company. So the Tin Woodman
shouldered his axe and they all passed through the forest until
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Varieties of Religious Experience by William James: "5th. Once more the vision, but only of my eyes with the longing
look; and again the refusal. Then came the conviction, the inner
consciousness, that I was perfectly well and always had been, for
I was Soul, an expression of God's Perfect Thought. That was to
me the perfect and completed separation between what I was and
what I appeared to be. I succeeded in never losing sight after
this of my real being, by constantly affirming this truth, and by
degrees (though it took me two years of hard work to get there) I
expressed health continuously throughout my whole body.
"In my subsequent nineteen years' experience I have never known
this Truth to fail when I applied it, though in my ignorance I
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: Well, I had Friday, I had Udolpho; and there, while on that excursion,
when I should be alone with John Mayrant during many hours, and
especially the hours of deep, confidential night, I swore to myself on oath
I would say to the boy the last word, up to the verge of offense, that my
wits could devise. Apart from a certain dramatic excitement as of
battle--battle between Hortense and me--I truly wished to help him out of
the miserable mistake his wrong standard, his chivalry gone perverted,
was spurring him on to make; and I had a comic image of myself, summoning
Miss Josephine, summoning Miss Eliza, summoning Mrs. Gregory and Mrs.
Weguelin, and the whole company of aunts and cousins, and handing to them
the rescued John with the single but sufficient syllable: "There!"
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