| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Old Maid by Honore de Balzac: happened to place there by pure caprice, and which saved him from
penury. A man ruined by the First Consul interested the town of
Alencon, to which he now returned, where royalism was secretly
dominant. Du Bousquier, furious against Bonaparte, relating stories
against him of his meanness, of Josephine's improprieties, and all the
other scandalous anecdotes of the last ten years, was well received.
About this time, when he was somewhere between forty and fifty, du
Bousquier's appearance was that of a bachelor of thirty-six, of medium
height, plump as a purveyor, proud of his vigorous calves, with a
strongly marked countenance, a flattened nose, the nostrils garnished
with hair, black eyes with thick lashes, from which darted shrewd
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: an old newspaper item and the notes of a dead professor. I hope
that no one else will accomplish this piecing out; certainly,
if I live, I shall never knowingly supply a link in so hideous
a chain. I think that the professor, too intented to keep silent
regarding the part he knew, and that he would have destroyed his
notes had not sudden death seized him.
My knowledge of the thing
began in the winter of 1926-27 with the death of my great-uncle,
George Gammell Angell, Professor Emeritus of Semitic Languages
in Brown University, Providence, Rhode Island. Professor Angell
was widely known as an authority on ancient inscriptions, and
Call of Cthulhu |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Snow Image by Nathaniel Hawthorne: the antipodes of music, came onwards with increasing din, till
scattered individuals, and then denser bodies, began to appear
round a corner at the distance of a hundred yards
"Will you recognize your kinsman, if he passes in this crowd?"
inquired the gentleman
"Indeed, I can't warrant it, sir; but I'll take my stand here,
and keep a bright lookout," answered Robin, descending to the
outer edge of the pavement.
A mighty stream of people now emptied into the street, and came
rolling slowly towards the church. A single horseman wheeled the
corner in the midst of them, and close behind him came a band of
The Snow Image |
