| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: that the police could not but realise that they had stumbled on
a dark cult totally unknown to them, and infinitely more diabolic
than even the blackest of the African voodoo circles. Of its origin,
apart from the erratic and unbelievable tales extorted from the
captured members, absolutely nothing was to be discovered; hence
the anxiety of the police for any antiquarian lore which might
help them to place the frightful symbol, and through it track
down the cult to its fountain-head.
Inspector Legrasse was scarcely
prepared for the sensation which his offering created. One sight
of the thing had been enough to throw the assembled men of science
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sons of the Soil by Honore de Balzac: will get yourself into difficulties from which you cannot escape."
"Let us think of the present," interrupted the general. "About that
suit?"
"That, Monsieur le comte, I can manage to win for you," replied
Sibilet, with a knowing glance.
"Bravo, Sibilet!" said the general, shaking his steward's hand; "how
are you going to do it?"
"You will win it on a writ of error," replied Sibilet. "In my opinion
the Gravelots have the right of it. But it is not enough to be in the
right, they must also be in order as to legal forms, and that they
have neglected. The Gravelots ought to have summoned you to have the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: "Every point in this outburst of Ethel's seemed to me so unwarrantable
that I was quite dazed. I sat looking at her, and her eyes filled with
tears. 'Oh Richard!' she exclaimed, 'she will ruin you, and I hate her!'"
"'My dear Ethel,' I replied, 'she will not. And only see how you are
making it all up out of your head. You have never seen her, but you speak
of her as a grey-haired grandmother.'"
"'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
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