| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Tin Woodman of Oz by L. Frank Baum: told, and Dorothy had several times reproved Toto for
growling at the Tin Owl, Ozma remained thoughtful for a
while, pondering upon what she had heard. Finally she
looked up, and with one of her delightful smiles, said
to the anxious group:
"I am not sure my magic will be able to restore
every one of you, because your transformations are
of such a strange and unusual character. Indeed,
Mrs. Yoop was quite justified in believing no power
could alter her enchantments. However, I am sure
I can restore the Scarecrow to his original shape.
The Tin Woodman of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola: the twilight stage, which was no longer lit up by the footlights,
there followed a disorderly retreat. Actors and supers and chorus
made haste to get back to their dressing rooms while the
sceneshifters rapidly changed the scenery. Simonne and Clarisse,
however, had remained "at the top," talking together in whispers.
On the stage, in an interval between their lines, they had just
settled a little matter. Clarisse, after viewing the thing in every
light, found she preferred not to see La Faloise, who could never
decide to leave her for Gaga, and so Simonne was simply to go and
explain that a woman ought not to be palled up to in that fashion!
At last she agreed to undertake the mission.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: whatever his intentions, his presence around Mercer is enough
for us. Duane, you hit the road and put some miles between you
the amiable Captain before daylight. To-morrow I'll go out
there and ask him what in the devil he meant."
"That messenger he sent--he was a ranger," said Duane.
"Sure he was, and a nervy one! It must have taken sand to come
bracing you that way. Duane, the fellow didn't pack a gun. I'll
swear to that. Pretty odd, this trick. But you can't trust it.
Hit the road, Duane."
A little later a black horse with muffled hoofs, bearing a
tall, dark rider who peered keenly into every shadow, trotted
The Lone Star Ranger |
