| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: A month
of digging brought a total of some 1250 blocks in varying stages
of wear and disintegration. Most of these were carven megaliths
with curved tops and bottoms. A minority were smaller, flatter,
plain-surfaced, and square or octagonally cut-like those of the
floors and pavements in my dreams - while a few were singularly
massive and curved or slanted in such a manner as to suggest use
in vaulting or groining, or as parts of arches or round window
casings.
The deeper - and the farther north and east - we dug,
the more blocks we found; though we still failed to discover any
Shadow out of Time |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum: that I love you as well as I do my own favored people, so I will
bestow upon you the greatest gift within my power--a donkey's head."
As he spoke he waved his jeweled staff. Although the shaggy man
cried out and tried to leap backward and escape, it proved of no use.
Suddenly his own head was gone and a donkey head appeared in its
place--a brown, shaggy head so absurd and droll that Dorothy and Polly
both broke into merry laughter, and even Button-Bright's fox face wore
a smile.
"Dear me! dear me!" cried the shaggy man, feeling of his shaggy new
head and his long ears. "What a misfortune--what a great misfortune!
Give me back my own head, you stupid king--if you love me at all!"
The Road to Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare: Be bride to you, if you make this assurance;
If not, to Signior Gremio.
And so I take my leave, and thank you both.
GREMIO.
Adieu, good neighbour.
[Exit BAPTISTA.]
Now, I fear thee not:
Sirrah young gamester, your father were a fool
To give thee all, and in his waning age
Set foot under thy table. Tut! a toy!
An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy.
The Taming of the Shrew |
