| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Emerald City of Oz by L. Frank Baum: large family. Both these had been old comrades of Dorothy, so you
see the little girl was quite an important personage in Oz, and the
people thought she had brought them good luck, and loved her next best
to Ozma. During her several visits this little girl had been the
means of destroying two wicked witches who oppressed the people, and
she had discovered a live scarecrow who was now one of the most
popular personages in all the fairy country. With the Scarecrow's
help she had rescued Nick Chopper, a Tin Woodman, who had rusted in a
lonely forest, and the tin man was now the Emperor of the Country of
the Winkies and much beloved because of his kind heart. No wonder the
people thought Dorothy had brought them good luck! Yet, strange as it
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Redheaded Outfield by Zane Grey: disheveled state with a little start of dismay, but
when she got into the thick and press of the moving
crowd she found all the women more or less
disheveled. And they seemed all the prettier and
friendlier for that. It was a happy crowd and
voices were conspicuously hoarse.
When Madge entered the hotel parlor that
evening she found her uncle with guests and
among them was Burns Carroll. The presence
of the handsome giant affected Madge more
impellingly than ever before, yet in some
The Redheaded Outfield |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: conversation. But I doubted if Kitty had it in her to fathom the nature
of Hortense. Kitty was like a trim little clock that could tick tidily on
an ornate shelf; she could go, she could keep up with time, with the
rapid epoch to which she belonged, but she didn't really have many works.
I think she would have scoffed at that last languorous speech as a piece
of Hortense's nonsense, and that is why Hortense uttered it aloud: she
was safe from being understood. But in my ears it sounded the note of
revelation, the simple central secret of Hortense's fire, a flame fed
overmuch with experience, with sophistication, grown cold under the
ministrations of adroitness, and lighted now by the "crudity" of John's
love-making. And when, after an interval, I had rowed my boat back, and
got into the carriage, and started on my long drive from Udolpho to Kings
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