| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum: But it will take more than imagination to carry Dorothy back
to Kansas, and I'm sure I don't know how it can be done."
17. How the Balloon Was Launched
For three days Dorothy heard nothing from Oz. These were sad
days for the little girl, although her friends were all quite
happy and contented. The Scarecrow told them there were wonderful
thoughts in his head; but he would not say what they were because
he knew no one could understand them but himself. When the Tin
Woodman walked about he felt his heart rattling around in his
breast; and he told Dorothy he had discovered it to be a kinder
and more tender heart than the one he had owned when he was made
The Wizard of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Prince by Nicolo Machiavelli: cannot fail to be perceived; for he, wishing to get Ferrara, threw
himself entirely into the hands of the foreigner. But his good fortune
brought about a third event, so that he did not reap the fruit of his
rash choice; because, having his auxiliaries routed at Ravenna, and
the Switzers having risen and driven out the conquerors (against all
expectation, both his and others), it so came to pass that he did not
become prisoner to his enemies, they having fled, nor to his
auxiliaries, he having conquered by other arms than theirs.
The Florentines, being entirely without arms, sent ten thousand
Frenchmen to take Pisa, whereby they ran more danger than at any other
time of their troubles.
The Prince |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: lips with a handkerchief and stood erect.
"It's my last trip in this car," he remarked heavily. "There's
something wrong with that berth. Last trip the woman in it took an
overdose of some sleeping stuff, and we found her, jes' like that,
dead! And it ain't more'n three months now since there was twins
born in that very spot. No, sir, it ain't natural."
At that moment a thin man with prominent eyes and a spare grayish
goatee creaked up the aisle and paused beside me.
"Porter sick?" he inquired, taking in with a professional eye the
porter's horror-struck face, my own excitement and the slightly
gaping curtains of lower ten. He reached for the darky's pulse and
The Man in Lower Ten |
