| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum: greeted by a crowd of gorgeously dressed servants who bowed low as the
visitors mounted the marble steps. At their head was a pretty little
maid with dark hair and eyes, dressed all in green embroidered with
silver. Dorothy ran up to her with evident pleasure, and exclaimed:
"O, Jellia Jamb! I'm so glad to see you again. Where's Ozma?"
"In her room, your Highness," replied the little maid demurely, for
this was Ozma's favorite attendant. "She wishes you to come to her as
soon as you have rested and changed your dress, Princess Dorothy. And
you and your friends are to dine with her this evening."
"When is her birthday, Jellia?" asked the girl.
"Day after to-morrow, your Highness."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin by Robert Louis Stevenson: instances be refused; and in the midst of all this bustle and
alarm, piles of goods must be examined and long inventories made.
At last the captain decided things had gone too far. He himself
apparently remained to watch over the linen; but at five o'clock on
the Sunday morning, Aunt Anna, Fleeming, and his mother were rowed
in a pour of rain on board an English merchantman, to suffer 'nine
mortal hours of agonising suspense.' With the end of that time,
peace was restored. On Tuesday morning officers with white flags
appeared on the bastions; then, regiment by regiment, the troops
marched in, two hundred men sleeping on the ground floor of the
Jenkins' house, thirty thousand in all entering the city, but
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Muse of the Department by Honore de Balzac: This final /Never/, spoken in the fear of falling once more under
Lousteau's influence, was interpreted by him as the death-warrant of
his power, since Dinah remained insensible to his sarcastic scorn.
The journalist could not suppress a tear. He was losing a sincere and
unbounded affection. He had found in Dinah the gentlest La Valliere,
the most delightful Pompadour that any egoist short of a king could
hope for; and, like a boy who has discovered that by dint of
tormenting a cockchafer he has killed it, Lousteau shed a tear.
Madame de la Baudraye rushed out of the private room where they had
been dining, paid the bill, and fled home to the Rue de l'Arcade,
scolding herself and thinking herself a brute.
The Muse of the Department |
