| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: the Old Town of King Harold Haardrada, which kept alive the name
of Oslo during all the centuries that the greater city masqueraded
as "Christiana." I made the brief trip by taxicab, and knocked
with palpitant heart at the door of a neat and ancient building
with plastered front. A sad-faced woman in black answered my summons,
and I was stung th disappointment when she told me in halting
English that Gustaf Johansen was no more.
He had not long survived
his return, said his wife, for the doings sea in 1925 had broken
him. He had told her no more than he told the public, but had
left a long manuscript - of "technical matters" as he said - written
Call of Cthulhu |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Muse of the Department by Honore de Balzac: having appeared in the world, who combined all the five literary
senses, such writers as had but one--wit or learning, style or feeling
--these cripples, these acephalous, maimed or purblind creatures--in a
literary sense--have taken to shrieking that all is lost, and have
preached a crusade against men who were spoiling the business, or have
denounced their works."
"The history of your last literary quarrel!" Dinah observed.
"For pity's sake, come back to the Duke of Bracciano," cried Monsieur
de Clagny.
To the despair of all the company, Lousteau went on with the made-up
sheet.
The Muse of the Department |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte: amusing herself with her dogs.'
'If you would try to amuse Miss Matilda yourself a little more, I
think she would not be driven to seek amusement in the
companionship of dogs and horses and grooms, so much as she is; and
if you would be a little more cheerful and conversable with Miss
Murray, she would not so often go wandering in the fields with a
book in her hand. However, I don't want to vex you,' added she,
seeing, I suppose, that my cheeks burned and my hand trembled with
some unamiable emotion. 'Do, pray, try not to be so touchy -
there's no speaking to you else. And tell me if you know where
Rosalie is gone: and why she likes to be so much alone?'
Agnes Grey |
