| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: always been called, and Bill is my name."
"But it's all wrong, you know," declared Dorothy, earnestly; "and, if
you don't mind, I shall call you 'Billina.' Putting the 'eena' on the
end makes it a girl's name, you see."
"Oh, I don't mind it in the least," returned the yellow hen. "It
doesn't matter at all what you call me, so long as I know the name
means ME."
"Very well, Billina. MY name is Dorothy Gale--just Dorothy to my
friends and Miss Gale to strangers. You may call me Dorothy, if you
like. We're getting very near the shore. Do you suppose it is too
deep for me to wade the rest of the way?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Four Arthurian Romances by Chretien DeTroyes: so confident of thy strength. But I do not wish to see thee
enter a contest with this knight." Then he replies: "I shall be
disgraced if I follow your advice. Curse me if I heed your
counsel and turn recreant because of you, and do not do my utmost
in the fight. It is true that a man fares ill among his
relatives: I could drive a better bargain somewhere else, for you
are trying to take me in. I am sure that where I am not known, I
could act with better grace. No one, who did not know me, would
try to thwart my will; whereas you are annoying and tormenting
me. I am vexed by your finding fault with me. You know well
enough that when any one is blamed, he breaks out still more
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen: or force the Baltic to overflow the sides of its gigantic basin.
We will, therefore, not listen to what was spoken, and on no condition run in
the possibility of telling tales out of school; but we will rather proceed,
like good quiet citizens, to East Street, and observe what happened meanwhile
to the body of the watchman.
He sat lifeless on the steps: the morning-star,* that is to say, the heavy
wooden staff, headed with iron spikes, and which had nothing else in common
with its sparkling brother in the sky, had glided from his hand; while his
eyes were fixed with glassy stare on the moon, looking for the good old fellow
of a spirit which still haunted it.
*The watchmen in Germany, had formerly, and in some places they still carry
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