| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Amazing Interlude by Mary Roberts Rinehart: vin sur ma robe," but not an egg lifted its shining pate above the pages.
Not cereal. Not fruit. Not even the word breakfast.
Long, long after ward Sara Lee found a quite delightful breakfast
hidden between two pages that were stuck together. But it was then far
too late.
"Donnez-moi," began Sara Lee, and turned the pages rapidly, "this; do
you see?" She had found roast beef.
The boy observed stolidly, in French, that it was not ready until noon.
She was able to make out, from his failing to depart, that there was no
roast beef.
" Good gracious!" she said, ravenous and exasperated. "Go and get me
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: the way from a circularly represented place outside our previous
route - a place we identified as a great cylindrical tower in
the carvings and as a vast circular gulf glimpsed in our aerial
survey - to the present five-pointed structure and the tunnel
mouth therein.
He might, I repeat, have prepared such sketches;
for those before us were quite obviously compiled, as our own
had been, from late sculptures somewhere in the glacial labyrinth,
though not from the ones which we had seen and used. But what
the art-blind bungler could never have done was to execute those
sketches in a strange and assured technique perhaps superior,
At the Mountains of Madness |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald: He unrolled the bottle of whiskey from the towel and put it on the table.
"Why not let her alone, old sport?" remarked Gatsby. "You're the one that
wanted to come to town."
There was a moment of silence. The telephone book slipped from its nail
and splashed to the floor, whereupon Jordan whispered, "Excuse me."--but
this time no one laughed.
"I'll pick it up," I offered.
"I've got it." Gatsby examined the parted string, muttered "Hum!" in an
interested way, and tossed the book on a chair.
"That's a great expression of yours, isn't it?" said Tom sharply.
"What is?"
The Great Gatsby |
