| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: wound him up very tight."
"I didn't know how much to wind him," replied the girl; "but I'll try
to do better next time."
She ran around the copper man to take the key from the peg at the back
of his neck, but it was not there.
"It's gone!" cried Dorothy, in dismay.
"What's gone?" asked Billina.
"The key."
"It probably fell off when he made that low bow to you," returned the
hen. "Look around, and see if you cannot find it again."
Dorothy looked, and the hen helped her, and by and by the girl
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pierre Grassou by Honore de Balzac: painter, and what effect would be produced upon him by the Sieur and
Dame Vervelle, adorned by their only daughter, it is necessary to cast
an eye on the anterior life of Pierre Grassou of Fougeres.
When a pupil, Fougeres had studied drawing with Servin, who was
thought a great draughtsman in academic circles. After that he went to
Schinner's, to learn the secrets of the powerful and magnificent color
which distinguishes that master. Master and scholars were all
discreet; at any rate Pierre discovered none of their secrets. From
there he went to Sommervieux' atelier, to acquire that portion of the
art of painting which is called composition, but composition was shy
and distant to him. Then he tried to snatch from Decamps and Granet
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: mile, and until I was almost within sight of Cheylard, the
destination I had hunted for so long.
CHEYLARD AND LUC
CANDIDLY, it seemed little worthy of all this searching. A few
broken ends of village, with no particular street, but a succession
of open places heaped with logs and fagots; a couple of tilted
crosses, a shrine to Our Lady of all Graces on the summit of a
little hill; and all this, upon a rattling highland river, in the
corner of a naked valley. What went ye out for to see? thought I
to myself. But the place had a life of its own. I found a board,
commemorating the liberalities of Cheylard for the past year, hung
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