| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: "Where?" asked the King.
"Under your throne," said the hen.
The King jumped three feet into the air, so anxious was he to get away
from the throne.
"Take it away! Take it away at once!" he shouted.
"I can't," said Billina. "I haven't any hands."
"I'll take the egg," said the Scarecrow. "I'm making a collection of
Billina's eggs. There's one in my pocket now, that she laid yesterday."
Hearing this, the monarch hastened to put a good distance between
himself and the Scarecrow, who was about to reach under the throne for
the egg when the hen suddenly cried:
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Vailima Letters by Robert Louis Stevenson: where we were going. 'To Faamuina,' I said, and we rode on.
Every house by the wayside was crowded with armed men. There
was the European house of a Chinaman on the right-hand side:
a flag of truce flying over the gate - indeed we saw three of
these in what little way we penetrated into Mataafa's lines -
all the foreigners trying to protect their goods; and the
Chinaman's verandah overflowed with men and girls and
Winchesters. By the way we met a party of about ten or a
dozen marching with their guns and cartridge-belts, and the
cheerful alacrity and brightness of their looks set my head
turning with envy and sympathy. Arrived at Vaiusu, the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: shadow, and I stood to think.
And, MON DIEU, strange thoughts. If the oak can think at the
moment the wind uproots it, or the gnarled thorn-bush when the
landslip tears it from the slope, they may have such thoughts, I
stared at the leaves, at the rotting blossoms, into the dark
cavities of the hedge; I stared mechanically, dazed and
wondering. What was the purpose for which I was here? What was
the work I had come to do? Above all, how--my God! how was I to
do it in the face of these helpless women, who trusted me, who
believed in me, who opened their house to me? Clon had not
frightened me, nor the loneliness of the leagued village, nor the
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