| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Complete Poems of Longfellow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: And the worse, the nearer they are to mend.
For the sake of the living and the dead,
Thou shalt be wed as Christians wed,
And all things come to a happy end."
O sun, that followest the night,
In yon blue sky, serene and pure,
And pourest thine impartial light
Alike on mountain and on moor,
Pause for a moment in thy course,
And bless the bridegroom and the bride!
O Gave, that from thy hidden source
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London: forty miles. For three days Perrault and Francois threw chests up
and down the main street of Skaguay and were deluged with
invitations to drink, while the team was the constant centre of a
worshipful crowd of dog-busters and mushers. Then three or four
western bad men aspired to clean out the town, were riddled like
pepper-boxes for their pains, and public interest turned to other
idols. Next came official orders. Francois called Buck to him,
threw his arms around him, wept over him. And that was the last
of Francois and Perrault. Like other men, they passed out of
Buck's life for good.
A Scotch half-breed took charge of him and his mates, and in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: try the back door."
So we both went down the stairs on tiptoe,
with a fear partly justified and partly that which comes only
from the soul of the weird small hours. The rattling continued,
growing somewhat louder. When we reached the door I cautiously
unbolted it and threw it open, and as the moon streamed revealingly
down on the form silhouetted there, West did a peculiar thing.
Despite the obvious danger of attracting notice and bringing down
on our heads the dreaded police investigation -- a thing which
after all was mercifully averted by the relative isolation of
our cottage -- my friend suddenly, excitedly, and unnecessarily
Herbert West: Reanimator |
