| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lost Princess of Oz by L. Frank Baum: him by that name and knew no other. Button-Bright was not quite as
big as the Munchkin boy, but he wore the same kind of clothes, only
they were of different colors. As the two came up to the girls, arm
in arm, Button-Bright remarked, "Hello, Dorothy. They say Ozma is
lost."
"WHO says so?" she asked.
."Ev'rybody's talking about it in the City," he replied.
"I wonder how the people found it out," Dorothy asked.
"I know," said Ojo. "Jellia Jamb told them. She has been asking
everywhere if anyone has seen Ozma."
"That's too bad," observed Dorothy, frowning.
The Lost Princess of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac: converses with the porter while he rests on his broom like a grenadier
on his musket; or the pauper wayfarer, curled against the wall
indifferent to the condition of his rags, long used, alas, to contact
with the streets; or the learned pedestrian who studies, spells, and
reads the posters on the walls without finishing them; or the smiling
pedestrian who makes fun of others to whom some street fatality has
happened, who laughs at the muddy women, and makes grimaces at those
of either sex who are looking from the windows; and the silent being
who gazes from floor to floor; and the working-man, armed with a
satchel or a paper bundle, who is estimating the rain as a profit or
loss; and the good-natured fugitive, who arrives like a shot
Ferragus |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: this plan that I made out the papers by which Lucien de Rubempre was
released, and revised the minutes of the examinations, washing the
prisoners as white as snow.
"To-morrow, Rastignac, Bianchon, and some others are to be confronted
with the self-styled Canon of Toledo; they will not recognize him as
Jacques Collin who was arrested in their presence ten years ago in a
cheap boarding-house, where they knew him under the name of Vautrin."
There was a short silence, while Madame Camusot sat thinking.
"Are you sure your man is Jacques Collin?" she asked.
"Positive," said the lawyer, "and so is the public prosecutor."
"Well, then, try to make some exposure at the Palais de Justice
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