| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Extracts From Adam's Diary by Mark Twain: I said it was superfluous, then. The word evidently raised me in
its respect; and indeed it is a large, good word, and will bear
repetition. It says it is not an It, it is a She. This is probably
doubtful; yet it is all one to me; what she is were nothing to me
if she would but go by herself and not talk.
Tuesday
She has littered the whole estate with execrable names and offensive
signs:
THIS WAY TO THE WHIRLPOOL.
THIS WAY TO GOAT ISLAND.
CAVE OF THE WINDS THIS WAY.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Off on a Comet by Jules Verne: "Can you tell me what is the nature of the soil of Gallia?"
"Yes, I can answer that. And in this matter I do not think your
impertinent orderly will venture to put Montmartre into the comparison.
This soil is of a substance not unknown upon the earth."
And speaking very slowly, the professor said: "It contains 70 per cent.
of tellurium, and 30 per cent. of gold."
Servadac uttered an exclamation of surprise.
"And the sum of the specific gravities of these two substances is 10,
precisely the number that represents Gallia's density."
"A comet of gold!" ejaculated the captain.
"Yes; a realization of what the illustrious Maupertuis has already
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: The feverish
interest aroused at the meeting by Legrasse's tale, corroborated
as it was by the statuette, is echoed in the subsequent correspondence
of those who attended; although scant mention occurs in the formal
publications of the society. Caution is the first care of those
accustomed to face occasional charlatanry and imposture. Legrasse
for some time lent the image to Professor Webb, but at the latter's
death it was returned to him and remains in his possession, where
I viewed it not long ago. It is truly a terrible thing, and unmistakably
akin to the dream-sculpture of young Wilcox.
That my uncle was
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