| 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: ghouls and the almost-human slaves whose places they were taking.
Some silent alarm must have been given, for almost at once a horde
of the mephitic moonbeasts began to pour from the little black
doorways of the windowless houses and down the winding road at
the right. A rain of curious javelins struck the galley as the
prow hit the wharf felling two ghouls and slightly wounding another;
but at this point all the hatches were thrown open to emit a black
cloud of whirring night-gaunts which swarmed over the town like
a flock of horned and cyclopean bats.
The jellyish moonbeasts
had procured a great pole and were trying to push off the invading
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Another Study of Woman by Honore de Balzac: France about organizing labor, and you have not yet organized
property. So this is what happens: Any duke--and even in the time of
Louis XVIII. and Charles X. there were some left who had two hundred
thousand francs a year, a magnificent residence, and a sumptuous train
of servants--well, such a duke could live like a great lord. The last
of these great gentlemen in France was the Prince de Talleyrand.--This
duke leaves four children, two of them girls. Granting that he has
great luck in marrying them all well, each of these descendants will
have but sixty or eighty thousand francs a year now; each is the
father or mother of children, and consequently obliged to live with
the strictest economy in a flat on the ground floor or first floor of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from 'Twixt Land & Sea by Joseph Conrad: uncompromising in his attitude.
"Luck, you call it, sir! Ay - our usual luck. The sort of luck to
thank God it's no worse!"
And so he fretted through the dark hours, while I drew on my fund
of philosophy. Ah, but it was an exasperating, weary, endless
night, to be lying at anchor close under that black coast! The
agitated water made snarling sounds all round the ship. At times a
wild gust of wind out of a gully high up on the cliffs struck on
our rigging a harsh and plaintive note like the wail of a forsaken
soul.
CHAPTER I
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