| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: sight, every object he looked at stood out in greater relief. The
world looked less flat - more realistic and significant. He had a
stronger attraction toward his surroundings; he seemed somehow to
lose his egotism, and to become free and thoughtful.
Now through the last trees he saw full daylight. Less than half a
mile separated him from the border of the forest, and, eager to
discover what lay beyond, he broke into a run. He heard the surf
louder. It was a peculiar hissing sound that could proceed only from
water, yet was unlike the sea. Almost immediately he came within
sight of an enormous horizon of dancing waves, which he knew must be
the Sinking Sea. He fell back into a quick walk, continuing to stare
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tik-Tok of Oz by L. Frank Baum: your way, or shall I turn on more light?"
"Oh, we can see very nicely, thank you; only
there's nothing to see but ourselves," answered
Betsy.
This was true. The dragon's big eyes were like
headlights on an automobile and illuminated the
Tube far ahead of them. Also he curled his tail
upward so that the electric light on the end of it
enabled them to see one another quite clearly. But
the Tube itself was only dark metal, smooth as
glass but exactly the same from one of its ends to
Tik-Tok of Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen: own money." Catherine was hurt by these insinuations.
"I am very sure," said she, "that my father has promised
to do as much as he can afford."
Isabella recollected herself. "As to that,
my sweet Catherine, there cannot be a doubt, and you know
me well enough to be sure that a much smaller income would
satisfy me. It is not the want of more money that makes
me just at present a little out of spirits; I hate money;
and if our union could take place now upon only fifty
pounds a year, I should not have a wish unsatisfied.
Ah! my Catherine, you have found me out. There's the sting.
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