| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mansion by Henry van Dyke: A person stood there whose face was bright and grave, and whose
robe
was like the flower of the lily, not a woven fabric, but a living
texture.
"Come in," he said to the company of travelers; "you are at
your journey's end, and your mansions are ready for you."
John Weightman hesitated, for he was troubled by a doubt.
Suppose that he was not really, like his companions, at his
journey's end,
but only transported for a little while out of the regular course
of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: and definite, and after a wireless consultation with Douglas and
Thorfinnssen I resolved to take steps toward investigation. The
fifth aeroplane, which we had left at the McMurdo Sound supply
cache with Sherman and two sailors, was in good shape and ready
for instant use, and it seemed that the very emergency for which
it had been saved was now upon us. I got Sherman by wireless and
ordered him to join me with the plane and the two sailors at the
southern base as quickly as possible, the air conditions being
apparently highly favorable. We then talked over the personnel
of the coming investigation party, and decided that we would include
all hands, together with the sledge and dogs which I had kept
At the Mountains of Madness |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: shop. I used to spend all my time in the shop under a table dressing my
doll's hair--copying the assistants, I suppose. They were ever so kind to
me. Used to make me little wigs, all colours, the latest fashions and all.
And there I'd sit all day, quiet as quiet--the customers never knew. Only
now and again I'd take my peep from under the table-cloth.
...But one day I managed to get a pair of scissors and--would you believe
it, madam? I cut off all my hair; snipped it off all in bits, like the
little monkey I was. Grandfather was furious! He caught hold of the
tongs--I shall never forget it--grabbed me by the hand and shut my fingers
in them. "That'll teach you!" he said. It was a fearful burn. I've got
the mark of it to-day.
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