| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James: there was never a figure at the open windows; behind the house
there was no stout negress in a red turban, lowering the bucket
into the great shingle-hooded well. And the front door of the big,
unguarded home stood open, with the trustfulness of the golden age;
or what is more to the purpose, with that of New England's silvery prime.
Gertrude slowly passed through it, and went from one of the empty
rooms to the other--large, clear-colored rooms, with white wainscots,
ornamented with thin-legged mahogany furniture, and, on the walls,
with old-fashioned engravings, chiefly of scriptural subjects,
hung very high. This agreeable sense of solitude, of having the house
to herself, of which I have spoken, always excited Gertrude's imagination;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lost Princess of Oz by L. Frank Baum: as tall as any Yip in the country, but it made him unusually
intelligent, so that he soon knew more than the Yips did and was able
to reason and to argue very well indeed.
No one could expect a frog with these talents to remain in a hidden
pool, so he finally got out of it and mingled with the people of the
tableland, who were amazed at his appearance and greatly impressed by
his learning. They had never seen a frog before, and the frog had
never seen a Yip before, but as there were plenty of Yips and only one
frog, the frog became the most important. He did not hop any more,
but stood upright on his hind legs and dressed himself in fine clothes
and sat in chairs and did all the things that people do, so he soon
The Lost Princess of Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ivanhoe by Walter Scott: said the younger peasant; ``for I heard the Monks
of Saint Edmund's singing the death's hymn for
him; and, moreover, there was a rich death-meal
and dole at the Castle of Coningsburgh, as right
was; and thither had I gone, but for Mabel Parkins,
who---''
``Ay, dead was Athelstane,'' said the old man,
shaking his head, ``and the more pity it was, for
the old Saxon blood---''
``But, your story, my masters---your story,'' said
the Minstrel, somewhat impatiently.
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