| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac: Marie-Gaston's letter.
"Are you very sure," asked Madame de Camps, "that your husband has
read the luckless scrawl?"
"How can I doubt it?" returned Madame de l'Estorade. "The paper can't
have turned of itself; besides, in recalling the circumstances, I have
a dim recollection that at the moment when I started to run to Rene I
felt something drop,--fate willed that I should not stop to pick it
up."
"Often, when people strain their memories in that way they fasten on
some false indication."
"But, my dear friend, the extraordinary change in the face and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: strange fungi, dwell the furtive and secretive Zoogs; who know
many obscure secrets of the dream world and a few of the waking
world, since the wood at two places touches the lands of men,
though it would be disastrous to say where. Certain unexplained
rumours, events, and vanishments occur among men where the Zoogs
have access, and it is well that they cannot travel far outside
the world of dreams. But over the nearer parts of the dream world
they pass freely, flitting small and brown and unseen and bearing
back piquant tales to beguile the hours around their hearths in
the forest they love. Most of them live in burrows, but some inhabit
the trunks of the great trees; and although they live mostly on
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle: where I lay upon the sofa and tried to interest myself in a
yellow-backed novel. The puny plot of the story was so thin,
however, when compared to the deep mystery through which we were
groping, and I found my attention wander so continually from the
action to the fact, that I at last flung it across the room and
gave myself up entirely to a consideration of the events of the
day. Supposing that this unhappy young man's story were
absolutely true, then what hellish thing, what absolutely
unforeseen and extraordinary calamity could have occurred between
the time when he parted from his father, and the moment when
drawn back by his screams, he rushed into the glade? It was
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes |
