| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: penetrated his obdurate wits. He rose at once, and said if
that was the way he was going to be spoke to, he reckoned he
would quit. And, no one interposing, he departed.
So far, so good. But we had no firewood. The next
afternoon, I strolled down to Rufe's and consulted him on the
subject. It was a very droll interview, in the large, bare
north room of the Silverado Hotel, Mrs. Hanson's patchwork on
a frame, and Rufe, and his wife, and I, and the oaf himself,
all more or less embarrassed. Rufe announced there was
nobody in the neighbourhood but Irvine who could do a day's
work for anybody. Irvine, thereupon, refused to have any
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Margret Howth: A Story of To-day by Rebecca Harding Davis: He sat down on the school-house step, which the boys had hacked
and whittled rough, and waited; for he was there by appointment,
to meet Dr. Knowles.
Knowles had gone out early in the morning to look at the ground
he was going to buy for his Phalanstery, or whatever he chose to
call it. He was to bring the deed of sale of the mill out with
him for Holmes. The next day it was to be signed. Holmes saw
him at last lumbering across the prairie, wiping the perspiration
from his forehead. Summer or winter, he contrived to be always
hot. There was a cart drawn by an old donkey coming along beside
him. Knowles was talking to the driver. The old man clapped his
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: scattered about that his genius is indeed profound and authentic.
He will, I believe, some time be heard from as one of the great
decadents; for he has crystallised in clay and will one day mirror
in marble those nightmares and phantasies which Arthur Machen
evokes in prose, and Clark Ashton Smith makes visible in verse
and in painting.
Dark, frail, and somewhat unkempt in aspect,
he turned languidly at my knock and asked me my business without
rising. Then I told him who I was, he displayed some interest;
for my uncle had excited his curiosity in probing his strange
dreams, yet had never explained the reason for the study. I did
Call of Cthulhu |
