| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz by L. Frank Baum: crime had cast a gloom over all the company.
"I will summon the Court to meet in the Throne Room at three o'clock,"
replied Ozma. "I myself will be the judge, and the kitten shall have
a fair trial."
"What will happen if she is guilty?" asked Dorothy.
"She must die," answered the Princess.
"Nine times?" enquired the Scarecrow.
"As many times as is necessary," was the reply. "I will ask the Tin
Woodman to defend the prisoner, because he has such a kind heart I am
sure he will do his best to save her. And the Woggle-Bug shall be the
Public Accuser, because he is so learned that no one can deceive him."
Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Options by O. Henry: young men were trying to throw a net over the head of the young
person, a daughter, or some such technical appendage, who looked after
his comforts.
I never knew scientists could rise to such occasions. Old Mangum
orally labelled and classified Goodloe and myself easily among the
lowest orders of the vertebrates; and in English, too, without going
any further into Latin than the simple references to Orgetorix, Rex
Helvetii--which is as far as I ever went, myself. And he told us that
if he ever caught us around his house again he would add us to his
collection.
Goodloe Banks and I remained away five days, expecting the storm to
Options |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: who had been reminding me by a constant stream of messages that he
was an old friend. I never took any notice of those pathetic
appeals before. But in this emergency I sat down and wrote a note
asking him to come and dine with me in my hotel. I suppose you
know I don't live in the Pavilion. I can't bear the Pavilion now.
When I have to go there I begin to feel after an hour or so that it
is haunted. I seem to catch sight of somebody I know behind
columns, passing through doorways, vanishing here and there. I
hear light footsteps behind closed doors. . . My own!"
Her eyes, her half-parted lips, remained fixed till Mills suggested
softly, "Yes, but Azzolati."
The Arrow of Gold |
