| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Love and Friendship by Jane Austen: really about five years back, and that HE has affected to appear
ever since my remembrance. While our father is fluttering about
the streets of London, gay, dissipated, and Thoughtless at the
age of 57, Matilda and I continue secluded from Mankind in our
old and Mouldering Castle, which is situated two miles from Perth
on a bold projecting Rock, and commands an extensive veiw of the
Town and its delightful Environs. But tho' retired from almost
all the World, (for we visit no one but the M'Leods, The
M'Kenzies, the M'Phersons, the M'Cartneys, the M'Donalds, The
M'kinnons, the M'lellans, the M'kays, the Macbeths and the
Macduffs) we are neither dull nor unhappy; on the contrary there
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Davis: his knee as he stroked it. It was here her hand had
touched it--and here----
The scent of roses was heavy in the sunshine, the bees
hummed; he sat there in a hazy dream, waiting for
the door to open and the joy of his life to begin.
He was dragged roughly enough out of his dream.
Miss Dunbar's landau drove to the door to take her to
church. George looked up, carelessly noting how quiet
and perfectly appointed it was, from the brown liveries
of the negro coachman and footman to the trappings on the
black ponies. There were no horses of such high breed in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: when we had come very close to the sprawling obstructions could
we trace that second, unexplainable fetor to any immediate source
- and the instant we did so Danforth, remembering certain very
vivid sculptures of the Old Ones’ history in the Permian Age one
hundred and fifty million years ago, gave vent to a nerve-tortured
cry which echoed hysterically through that vaulted and archaic
passage with the evil, palimpsest carvings.
I came only just
short of echoing his cry myself; for I had seen those primal sculptures,
too, and had shudderingly admired the way the nameless artist
had suggested that hideous slime coating found on certain incomplete
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