| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum: in his shaggy new suit attracted much attention because he was such a
novelty. With regular steps tramped the machine-man Tik-tok, and
there was more cheering when the Wizard of Oz followed in the
procession. The Woggle-Bug and Jack Pumpkinhead were next, and behind
them Glinda the Sorceress and the Good Witch of the North. Finally
came Billina, with her brood of chickens to whom she clucked anxiously
to keep them together and to hasten them along so they would not delay
the procession.
Another band followed, this time the Tin Band of the Emperor of the
Winkies, playing a beautiful march called, "There's No Plate Like Tin."
Then came the servants of the Royal Palace, in a long line, and behind
The Road to Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: bond. These men were ten years older than I. I was twenty-five.
They acted as godfathers to me. They gave me the use of their
library, and throughout my term as city clerk I spent my nights
poring over their law books. I became well grounded in municipal
law and municipal finance. I was able to pay back their kindness
some years later when C. M. Greenlee aspired to be judge of the
Superior Court of Madison County. I went to the convention as a
delegate and worked hard for Judge Greenlee until he was
nominated, and elected.
The city administration of which I was a member let many
contracts. As I said before, a cross-roads town had become a city
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: the waist, lay stretched out on the lockers, with closed eyes and
motionless like a despoiled corpse; at his head Jackson twanged the
guitar, and gasped out in sighs a mournful dirge about hopeless love
and eyes like stars. Then we heard startled voices on deck crying in
the rain, hurried footsteps overhead, and suddenly Karain appeared in
the doorway of the cabin. His bare breast and his face glistened in
the light; his sarong, soaked, clung about his legs; he had his
sheathed kriss in his left hand; and wisps of wet hair, escaping from
under his red kerchief, stuck over his eyes and down his cheeks. He
stepped in with a headlong stride and looking over his shoulder like a
man pursued. Hollis turned on his side quickly and opened his eyes.
Tales of Unrest |
