| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: was the entrance to the unhallowed vaults of Zin where Gugs hunt
ghasts in the darkness. And truly, that warning was soon well
justified; for the moment a ghoul began to creep toward the towers
to see if the hour of the Gugs' resting had been rightly timed,
there glowed in the gloom of that great cavern's mouth first one
pair of yellowish-red eyes and then another, implying that the
Gugs were one sentry less, and that ghasts have indeed an excellent
sharpness of smell. So the ghoul returned to the burrow and motioned
his companions to be silent. It was best to leave the ghasts to
their own devices, and there was a possibility that they might
soon withdraw, since they must naturally be rather tired after
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Battle of the Books by Jonathan Swift: to stir up human industry, without which life would stagnate, or,
indeed, rather, could not subsist at all: CURIS ACCUUNT MORTALIA
CORDA.
Praise is the daughter of present power.
How inconsistent is man with himself!
I have known several persons of great fame for wisdom in public
affairs and counsels governed by foolish servants.
I have known great Ministers, distinguished for wit and learning,
who preferred none but dunces.
I have known men of great valour cowards to their wives.
I have known men of the greatest cunning perpetually cheated.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: "'She must be, Richard. You have told me that Mr. Beverly is a married
man and about forty-five. No doubt he has older sisters and brothers. But
if he has not, his mother can hardly be less than sixty-five, and he has
probably been married for several years. He might easily have a daughter
coming out, next winter, and a son at Harvard or Yale; and if their
grandmother's hair is not grey, that is quite as unnatural as her
speculating in monopolised eggs in this way at her age. She must be a
very unladylike person.'"
"Ethel, I saw, was excited. Therefore I made no more point of her
theories concerning the appearance and family circle of old Mrs. Beverly.
But in justice to myself I felt obliged to remind her, first, that I was
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