| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: The last I remember of that great discussion was my cousin
deploring the fact that he "should ever sleep in the same bed
with an Infidel!"
The next day he astonished me by telling the whole business to
his father. This was quite outside all my codes. Uncle
Nicodemus sprang it upon me at the midday meal.
"You been sayin' queer things, George," he said abruptly. "You
better mind what you're saying."
"What did he say, father?" said Mrs. Frapp.
"Things I couldn't' repeat," said he.
"What things?" I asked hotly.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum: Tip noticed that the purple tint of the grass and trees had now faded to a
dull lavender, and before long this lavender appeared to take on a greenish
tinge that gradually brightened as they drew nearer to the great City where
the Scarecrow ruled.
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The little party had traveled but a short two miles upon their way when the
road of yellow brick was parted by a broad and swift river. Tip was puzzled
how to cross over; but after a time he discovered a man in a ferry-boat
approaching from the other side of the stream.
When the man reached the bank Tip asked:
"Will you row us to the other side?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Purse by Honore de Balzac: "Monsieur is a celebrated painter, whose name must be known to you
in spite of your indifference to the arts."
The old man saw his friend's mischievous intent in suppressing
the name, and bowed to the young man.
"Certainly," said he. "I heard a great deal about his pictures at
the last Salon. Talent has immense privileges." he added,
observing the artist's red ribbon. "That distinction, which we
must earn at the cost of our blood and long service, you win in
your youth; but all glory is of the same kindred," he said,
laying his hand on his Cross of Saint-Louis.
Hippolyte murmured a few words of acknowledgment, and was silent
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