| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tik-Tok of Oz by L. Frank Baum: Ann and her people are gone, and Polychrome is
gone, and--dear me!--where's Tik-Tok, Shaggy?"
"He also has disappeared," said Shaggy, looking
around the cavern and nodding wisely. "By this
time he is in Ozma's palace in the Land of Oz,
which is his home."
"Isn't it your home, too?" asked Betsy.
"It used to be, my dear; but now my home is
wherever you and my brother are. We are wanderers,
you know, but if we stick together I am sure we
shall have a good time."
Tik-Tok of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: in my mind-largely because of the greater weakness of any rival
theory. And a substantial number of eminent psychologists and
anthropologists gradually agreed with me.
The more I reflected,
the more convincing did my reasoning seem; till in the end I had
a really effective bulwark against the visions and impressions
which still assailed me. Suppose I did see strange things at night?
These were only what I had heard and read of. Suppose I did have
odd loathings and perspectives and pseudo-memories? These, too,
were only echoes of myths absorbed in my secondary state. Nothing
that I might dream, nothing that I might feel, could be of any
Shadow out of Time |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Pierrette by Honore de Balzac: texture and the lace produced a partial shadow, the soft shadow of a
light upon the skin, which gave her the virginal grace that all
painters seek and Leopold Robert found for the Raffaelesque face of
the woman who holds a child in his picture of "The Gleaners." Beneath
this fluted frame of light sparkled a white and rosy and artless face,
glowing with vigorous health. The warmth of the room brought the blood
to the cheeks, to the tips of the pretty ears, to the lips and the end
of the delicate nose, making the natural white of the complexion
whiter still.
"Well, are you not going to say anything? I am your cousin Sylvie, and
that is your cousin Rogron."
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