| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Vicar of Tours by Honore de Balzac: by fear and kindness, became so strong that he left the garden and
went to the church, thinking no longer of his canonry, so absorbed was
he by the disheartening tyranny of the old maid. Luckily for him he
happened to find much to do at Saint-Gatien,--several funerals, a
marriage, and two baptisms. Thus employed he forgot his griefs. When
his stomach told him that dinner was ready he drew out his watch and
saw, not without alarm, that it was some minutes after four. Being
well aware of Mademoiselle Gamard's punctuality, he hurried back to
the house.
He saw at once on passing the kitchen door that the first course had
been removed. When he reached the dining-room the old maid said, with
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: in his own dream bas-relief, but the outlines had formed themselves
insensibly under his hands. It was, no doubt, the giant shape
he had raved of in delirium. That he really knew nothing of the
hidden cult, save from what my uncle's relentless catechism had
let fall, he soon made clear; and again I strove to think of some
way in which he could possibly have received the weird impressions.
He talked of his dreams in a strangely poetic fashion; making
me see with terrible vividness the damp Cyclopean city of slimy
green stone - whose geometry, he oddly said, was all wrong - and
hear with frightened expectancy the ceaseless, half-mental calling
from underground: "Cthulhu fhtagn", "Cthulhu fhtagn."
Call of Cthulhu |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Heap O' Livin' by Edgar A. Guest: But whatever their lot, they keep one spot
Down deep that is sweet an' tender.
We was speakin' of folks, jes' common folks,
An' we come to this conclusion,
That one an' all, be they great or small,
Will warm to a home allusion;
That under the skin an' the beaten hide
They're kin in a real affection
For the joys they knew, when their years were
few,
An' the home of their recollection.
A Heap O' Livin' |
