| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson by Mark Twain: Roxy drew herself up with a proud toss of her head, and said:
"Does I mine tellin' you? No, dat I don't! You ain't got no 'casion
to be shame' o' yo' father, _I_ kin tell you. He wuz de highest quality
in dis whole town--ole Virginny stock. Fust famblies, he wuz.
Jes as good stock as de Driscolls en de Howards, de bes' day dey
ever seed." She put on a little prouder air, if possible,
and added impressively: "Does you 'member Cunnel Cecil Burleigh Essex,
dat died de same year yo' young Marse Tom Driscoll's pappy died,
en all de Masons en Odd Fellers en Churches turned out en give him de
bigges' funeral dis town ever seed? Dat's de man."
Under the inspiration of her soaring complacency the departed graces of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Last War: A World Set Free by H. G. Wells: the Trocadero. And then the excitement came surging up past her
and invaded the hall within.
One of the sentinels from the terrace stood at the upper end of
the room, gesticulating and shouting something.
And all the world had changed. A kind of throbbing. She couldn't
understand. It was as if all the water-pipes and concealed
machinery and cables of the ways beneath, were beating--as pulses
beat. And about her blew something like a wind--a wind that was
dismay.
Her eyes went to the face of the Marshal as a frightened child
might look towards its mother.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: taken to the library where Kuranes, Lord of Ooth-Nargai and the
Sky around Serannian, sat pensive in a chair by the window looking
on his little seacoast village and wishing that his old nurse
would come in and scold him because he was not ready for that
hateful lawn-party at the vicar's, with the carriage waiting and
his mother nearly out of patience.
Kuranes, clad in a dressing
gown of the sort favoured by London tailors in his youth, rose
eagerly to meet his guest; for the sight of an Anglo-Saxon from
the waking world was very dear to him, even if it was a Saxon
from Boston, Massachusetts, instead of from Cornwall. And for
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
