| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Norman of Torn was still more puzzled; for at heart
he was clean, and love of loyalty was strong within
him. Love of women was a new thing to him, and,
robbed as he had been all his starved life of the affec-
tion and kindly fellowship, of either men or women,
it is little to be wondered at that he was easily impres-
sionable and responsive to the feeling his strong per-
sonality had awakened in two of England's fairest
daughters.
But with the vision of that other face there came to
him a faint realization that mayhap it was a stronger
The Outlaw of Torn |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Scarecrow of Oz by L. Frank Baum: have been better with a sprinkling of salt.
The soft glow which until now had lighted the cavern,
began to grow dim, but there was a great quantity of
seaweed in the place, so after they had eaten their
fish they kept the fire alive for a time by giving it a
handful of fuel now and then.
From an inner pocket the sailor drew a small flask of
battered metal and unscrewing the cap handed it to
Trot. She took but one swallow of the water although
she wanted more, and she noticed that Cap'n Bill merely
wet his lips with it.
The Scarecrow of Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson: Now when Rahero was forth, he paused and hearkened, and heard
The gull jest in the house and the women laugh at his word;
And stealthily crossed to the side of the way, to the shady place
Where the basket hung on a mango; and craft transfigured his face.
Deftly he opened the basket, and took of the fat of the fish,
The cut of kings and chieftains, enough for a goodly dish.
This he wrapped in a leaf, set on the fire to cook
And buried; and next the marred remains of the tribute he took,
And doubled and packed them well, and covered the basket close
- "There is a buffet, my king," quoth he, "and a nauseous dose!" -
And hung the basket again in the shade, in a cloud of flies
Ballads |
