| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: former slave; sometimes as from a remorseful creditor, ashamed to
write his name. Only yellow Victorine knew; but the Doctor's
housekeeper never opened those sphinx-lips of hers, until years
after the Doctor's name had disappeared from the City Directory
...
He had grown quite thin,--a little gray. The epidemic had
burthened him with responsibilities too multifarious and
ponderous for his slender strength to bear. The continual
nervous strain of abnormally protracted duty, the perpetual
interruption of sleep, had almost prostrated even his will. Now
he only hoped that, during this brief absence from the city, he
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Magic of Oz by L. Frank Baum: was completed it was flat on top and hollowed beneath in such a manner
that it exactly fitted the Lion's back.
"That beats whittlin'!" exclaimed Cap'n Bill, admiringly. "You
don't happen to have TWO o' them saws; do you, Wizard?"
"No," replied the Wizard, wiping the Magic Saw carefully with his
silk handkerchief and putting it back in the black bag. "It's the
only saw of its kind in the world; and if there were more like it, it
wouldn't be so wonderful."
They now tied the board on the Lion's back, flat side up, and Cap'n
Bill carefully placed the Magic Flower on the board.
"For fear o' accidents," he said, "I'll walk beside the Lion and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: together, mingling their green needles overhead and their discarded brown
ones on the ground. From here Carley could see afar to all points of the
compass--the slow green descent to the south and the climb to the
black-timbered distance; the ridged and canyoned country to the west, red
vents choked with green and rimmed with gray; to the north the grand
upflung mountain kingdom crowned with snow; and to the east the vastness of
illimitable space, the openness and wildness, the chased and beaten mosaic
of colored sands and rocks.
Again and again she visited this lookout and came to love its isolation,
its command of wondrous prospects, its power of suggestion to her thoughts.
She became a creative being, in harmony with the live things around her.
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