| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: into some other plane or phase of entity from which it had once
fallen, vigintillions of aeons ago. At other times he would call
for the dreaded Necronomicon and the Daemonolatreia of Remigius,
in which he seemed hopeful of finding some formula to check the
peril he conjured up.
'Stop them, stop theml' he would shout.
'Those Whateleys meant to let them in, and the worst of all is
left! Tell Rice and Morgan we must do something - it's a blind
business, but I know how to make the powder... It hasn't been
fed since the second of August, when Wilbur came here to his death,
and at that rate...'
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Red Inn by Honore de Balzac: received, about two months ago, this all-seducing letter."
And I showed them the following invitation, which I took from my
pocket-book:--
"You are invited to be present at the funeral procession, burial
services, and interment of Monsieur Jean-Frederic Taillefer, of
the house of Taillefer and Company, formerly Purveyor of
Commissary-meats, in his lifetime chevalier of the Legion of
honor, and of the Golden Spur, captain of the first company of the
Grenadiers of the National Guard of Paris, deceased, May 1st, at
his residence, rue Joubert; which will take place at, etc., etc.
"On the part of, etc."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: practically done, and the strange thing was that she neither missed
the procession now nor wished to keep her place for it. It had
become there, in the sun and the breeze and the sea-smell, a far-
away story, a picture of another life. If Mr. Mudge himself liked
processions, liked them at Bournemouth and on the pier quite as
much as at Chalk Farm or anywhere, she learned after a little not
to be worried by his perpetual counting of the figures that made
them up. There were dreadful women in particular, usually fat and
in men's caps and write shoes, whom he could never let alone--not
that she cared; it was not the great world, the world of Cocker's
and Ladle's and Thrupp's, but it offered an endless field to his
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