| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum: wonderful sight.
Oz ordered the balloon carried out in front of the Palace,
and the people gazed upon it with much curiosity. The Tin Woodman
had chopped a big pile of wood, and now he made a fire of it,
and Oz held the bottom of the balloon over the fire so that the
hot air that arose from it would be caught in the silken bag.
Gradually the balloon swelled out and rose into the air, until
finally the basket just touched the ground.
Then Oz got into the basket and said to all the people in a
loud voice:
"I am now going away to make a visit. While I am gone the
The Wizard of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pierrette by Honore de Balzac: Mademoiselle Rogron. "It must be all right; his taste is good."
"Sylvie, see, he wants us to have ovolos in the cornice of the
corridor."
"Do you call those ovolos?"
"Yes, mademoiselle."
"What an odd name! I never heard it before."
"But you have seen the thing?"
"Yes."
"Do you understand Latin?"
"No."
"Well, it means eggs--from the Latin /ovum/."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: could not follow the ugly academic jargon, that rattled itself off so
glibly, but said to herself that she saw now why going to the circus had
knocked him off his perch, poor little man, and why he came out,
instantly, with all that about his father and mother and brothers and
sisters, and she would see to it that they didn't laugh at him any more;
she would tell Prue about it. What he would have liked, she supposed,
would have been to say how he had gone not to the circus but to Ibsen with
the Ramsays. He was an awful prig--oh yes, an insufferable bore. For,
though they had reached the town now and were in the main street, with
carts grinding past on the cobbles, still he went on talking, about
settlements, and teaching, and working men, and helping our own class,
To the Lighthouse |
