| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: they began to gather renewed force and coherence as they grew
in stark, utter, ultimate frenzy.
'Eh-y-ya-ya-yahaah - e'yayayaaaa...
ngh'aaaaa... ngh'aaa... h'yuh... h'yuh... HELP! HELP! ...ff -
ff - ff - FATHER! FATHER! YOG-SOTHOTH!...'
But that was all.
The pallid group in the road, still reeling at the indisputably
English syllables that had poured thickly and thunderously down
from the frantic vacancy beside that shocking altar-stone, were
never to hear such syllables again. Instead, they jumped violently
at the terrific report which seemed to rend the hills; the deafening,
The Dunwich Horror |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy: "Did you do it, or didn't you? Where was it?"
"At the Three Mariners; one evening for a little while, when
we were staying there."
Nance glanced triumphantly at Henchard, and sailed into the
barn; for assuming that she was to be discharged on the
instant she had resolved to make the most of her victory.
Henchard, however, said nothing about discharging her.
Unduly sensitive on such points by reason of his own past,
he had the look of one completely ground down to the last
indignity. Elizabeth followed him to the house like a
culprit; but when she got inside she could not see him. Nor
The Mayor of Casterbridge |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: perceive,' he added, 'a certain sound of ticking in this
box.'
'Yes,' replied Zero, with the same slow weariness of manner,
'I have set several of them going.'
'My God!' cried Somerset, bounding to his feet.
'Machines?'
'Machines!' returned the plotter bitterly. 'Machines indeed!
I blush to be their author. Alas!' he said, burying his face
in his hands, 'that I should live to say it!'
'Madman!' cried Somerset, shaking him by the arm. 'What am I
to understand? Have you, indeed, set these diabolical
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