| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington Robinson: Right through hell; and the souls that follow
The cursed ways where its windings lead them
Suffer enough, I say, to merit
All grace that a God can give. -- The fashion
Of our belief is to lift all beings
Born for a life that knows no struggle
In sin's tight snares to eternal glory --
All apart from the branded millions
Who carry through life their faces graven
With sure brute scars that tell the story
Of their foul, fated passions. Science
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Talisman by Walter Scott: --Christian!" he repeated, after a pause. "That gave the insane
fanatic star-gazer hopes that I might renounce my faith! But me,
the faithful follower of our Prophet--me it should have
undeceived. Lie there, mysterious scroll," he added, thrusting
it under the pile of cushions; "strange are thy bodements and
fatal, since, even when true in themselves, they work upon those
who attempt to decipher their meaning all the effects of
falsehood.--How now! what means this intrusion?"
He spoke to the dwarf Nectabanus, who rushed into the tent
fearfully agitated, with each strange and disproportioned feature
wrenched by horror into still more extravagant ugliness--his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: to print flamboyant Sunday stories of young Wilbur's precociousness,
Old Whateley's black magic, and the shelves of strange books,
the sealed second storey of the ancient farmhouse, and the weirdness
of the whole region and its hill noises. Wilbur was four and a
half then, and looked like a lad of fifteen. His lips and cheeks
were fuzzy with a coarse dark down, and his voice had begun to
break.
Earl Sawyer went out to the Whateley place with both
sets of reporters and camera men, and called their attention to
the queer stench which now seemed to trickle down from the sealed
upper spaces. It was, he said, exactly like a smell he had found
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