| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The War in the Air by H. G. Wells: couldn't 'ave sung into a cocked hat. And we both know how to
put on the toff a bit. Eh? Well,that's my ideer. Me and you,
Grubb, with a refined song and a breakdown. Like we was doing
for foolery yestiday. That was what put it into my 'ead. Easy
make up a programme--easy. Six choice items, and one or two for
encores and patter. I'm all right for the patter anyhow."
Grubb remained regarding his darkened and disheartening shop; he
thought of his former landlord and his present landlord, and of
the general disgustingness of business in an age which re-echoes
to The Bitter Cry of the Middle Class; and then it seemed to him
that afar off he heard the twankle, twankle of a banjo, and the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Kwaidan by Lafcadio Hearn: thought I saw it fly into his mouth... But, even if that butterfly was
Akinosuke's soul, the fact would not explain his dream."
"The ants might explain it," returned the first speaker. "Ants are queer
beings -- possibly goblins... Anyhow, there is a big ant's nest under that
cedar-tree."...
"Let us look!" cried Akinosuke, greatly moved by this suggestion. And he
went for a spade.
The ground about and beneath the cedar-tree proved to have been excavated,
in a most surprising way, by a prodigious colony of ants. The ants had
furthermore built inside their excavations; and their tiny constructions of
straw, clay, and stems bore an odd resemblance to miniature towns. In the
Kwaidan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: sun and sky. There was something vaguely appropriate about our
departure from those buried epochs; for as we wound our panting
way up the sixty-foot cylinder of primal masonry, we glimpsed
beside us a continuous procession of heroic sculptures in the
dead race’s early and undecayed technique - a farewell from the
Old Ones, written fifty million years ago.
Finally scrambling
out at the top, we found ourselves on a great mound of tumbled
blocks, with the curved walls of higher stonework rising westward,
and the brooding peaks of the great mountains showing beyond the
more crumbled structures toward the east. The low antarctic sun
At the Mountains of Madness |
