| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: against the doctor's orders, and must soon be back again to that
unkindly haunt 'upon the mountains visitant' - there goes no angel
there but the angel of death. The deaths of last winter are still
sore spots to me. . . . So, you see, I am not very likely to go on
a 'wild expedition,' cis-Stygian at least. The truth is, I am
scarce justified in standing for the chair, though I hope you will
not mention this; and yet my health is one of my reasons, for the
class is in summer.
I hope this statement of my case will make my long neglect appear
less unkind. It was certainly not because I ever forgot you, or
your unwonted kindness; and it was not because I was in any sense
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: Evening which in our sky glows like another moon, and drops over
the silent lakes as she passes a quivering trail of silver fire.
Shadows lengthen; and at last the woods dwindle away behind you
into thin bluish lines;--land and water alike take more luminous
color;--bayous open into broad passes;--lakes link themselves
with sea-bays;--and the ocean-wind bursts upon you,--keen, cool,
and full of light. For the first time the vessel begins to
swing,--rocking to the great living pulse of the tides. And
gazing from the deck around you, with no forest walls to break
the view, it will seem to you that the low land must have once
been rent asunder by the sea, and strewn about the Gulf in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: descendants of Lafitte's men, were in the grip of stark terror
from an unknown thing which had stolen upon them in the night.
It was voodoo, apparently, but voodoo of a more terrible sort
than they had ever known; and some of their women and children
had disappeared since the malevolent tom-tom had begun its incessant
beating far within the black haunted woods where no dweller ventured.
There were insane shouts and harrowing screams, soul-chilling
chants and dancing devil-flames; and, the frightened messenger
added, the people could stand it no more.
So a body of twenty
police, filling two carriages and an automobile, had set out in
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