| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lost Princess of Oz by L. Frank Baum: head began to play a tune. At once the little charioteer pulled over
a lever, and the dragon began to move, very slowly and groaning
dismally as it drew the clumsy chariot after it. Toto trotted between
the wheels. The Sawhorse, the Mule, the Lion and the Woozy followed
after and had no trouble in keeping up with the machine. Indeed, they
had to go slow to keep from running into it. When the wheels turned,
another music box concealed somewhere under the chariot played a
lively march tune which was in striking contrast with the dragging
movement of the strange vehicle, and Button-Bright decided that the
music he had heard when they first sighted this city was nothing else
than a chariot plodding its weary way through the streets.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Edition of The Ambassadors by Henry James: sealed up values infinitely precious. There was of course the seal
to break and each item of the packet to count over and handle and
estimate; but somehow, in the light of the hint, all the elements
of a situation of the sort most to my taste were there. I could
even remember no occasion on which, so confronted, I had found it
of a livelier interest to take stock, in this fashion, of
suggested wealth. For I think, verily, that there are degrees of
merit in subjects--in spite of the fact that to treat even one of
the most ambiguous with due decency we must for the time, for the
feverish and prejudiced hour, at least figure its merit and its
dignity as POSSIBLY absolute. What it comes to, doubtless, is that
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: mind, he might complain with a good grace.'
But these were not honest arguments, or not wholly honest; there
was a struggle in the mind of Morris; he could not disguise from
himself that his brother John was miserably situated at
Browndean, without news, without money, without bedclothes,
without society or any entertainment; and by the time he had been
shaved and picked a hasty breakfast at a coffee tavern, Morris
had arrived at a compromise.
'Poor Johnny,' he said to himself, 'he's in an awful box! I can't
send him coins, but I'll tell you what I'll do: I'll send him the
Pink Un--it'll cheer John up; and besides, it'll do his credit
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