| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: The Nome King had left his throne and pressed through his warriors to
the front ranks, so he could see what was going on; but as he faced
Ozma and her friends the Scarecrow, as if aroused to action by the
valor of the private, drew one of Billina's eggs from his right jacket
pocket and hurled it straight at the little monarch's head.
It struck him squarely in his left eye, where the egg smashed and
scattered, as eggs will, and covered his face and hair and beard with
its sticky contents.
"Help, help!" screamed the King, clawing with his fingers at the egg,
in a struggle to remove it.
"An egg! an egg! Run for your lives!" shouted the captain of the
Ozma of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: me that evening you left the yacht, he came with a loaded pistol
in his pocket. And now he has gone and done it."
"Done it?" repeated Mrs. Travers blankly. "Done what?"
She snatched from Lingard's unresisting palm the sheet of paper.
While she was smoothing it Lingard moved round and stood close at
her elbow. She ran quickly over the first lines, then her eyes
steadied. At the end she drew a quick breath and looked up at
Lingard. Their faces had never been so close together before and
Mrs. Travers had a surprising second of a perfectly new
sensation. She looked away.--"Do you understand what this news
means?" he murmured. Mrs. Travers let her hand fall by her side.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: "Five thousand dollars. Who would have thought it? It's
wonderful." Everybody started and turned. It was McTeague.
He stood in the middle of the floor, wagging his huge head.
He seemed to have just realized what had happened.
"Yes, sir, five thousand dollars!" exclaimed Marcus, with a
sudden unaccountable mirthlessness. "Five thousand dollars!
Do you get on to that? Cousin Trina and you will be rich
people."
"At six per cent, that's twenty-five dollars a month,"
hazarded the agent.
"Think of it. Think of it," muttered McTeague. He went
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