| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Glinda of Oz by L. Frank Baum: dilemma of Ozma and Dorothy and she added: "We must
save them, somehow, Scarecrow."
"Of course," replied the Scarecrow, stumbling over a
wicket and falling flat on his painted face.
The girls picked him up and patted his straw stuffing
into shape, and he continued, as if nothing had
occurred: "But you'll have to tell me what to do, for I
never have raised a sunken island in all my life."
"We must have a Council of State as soon as
possible," proposed the Sorceress. "Please send
messengers to summon all of Ozma's counsellors to this
Glinda of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: of her suggestion, then began, `Jesus, Lover of my Soul,'
and all the men and women took it up after him. Whenever I
have heard the hymn since, it has made me remember that white
waste and the little group of people; and the bluish air,
full of fine, eddying snow, like long veils flying:
`While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.'
Years afterward, when the open-grazing days were over,
and the red grass had been ploughed under and under until it
had almost disappeared from the prairie; when all the fields were
under fence, and the roads no longer ran about like wild things,
My Antonia |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mirror of the Sea by Joseph Conrad: pelting squalls overtaking the ship as she runs on and on with
darkened canvas, with streaming spars and dripping ropes. The
down-pours thicken. Preceding each shower a mysterious gloom, like
the passage of a shadow above the firmament of gray clouds, filters
down upon the ship. Now and then the rain pours upon your head in
streams as if from spouts. It seems as if your ship were going to
be drowned before she sank, as if all atmosphere had turned to
water. You gasp, you splutter, you are blinded and deafened, you
are submerged, obliterated, dissolved, annihilated, streaming all
over as if your limbs, too, had turned to water. And every nerve
on the alert you watch for the clearing-up mood of the Western
The Mirror of the Sea |
