| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Door in the Wall, et. al. by H. G. Wells: face was intent on the floor of the carriage. A little railway
station, a string of loaded trucks, a signal-box, and the back of
a cottage, shot by the carriage window, and a bridge passed with a
clap of noise, echoing the tumult of the train.
"After that," he said, "I dreamt often. For three weeks of
nights that dream was my life. And the worst of it was there were
nights when I could not dream, when I lay tossing on a bed in this
accursed life; and there--somewhere lost to me--things were
happening--momentous, terrible things . . . I lived at nights--my
days, my waking days, this life I am living now, became a faded,
far-away dream, a drab setting, the cover of the book."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: was a group of six men round a little table, four of whom were
seated, the other two standing. These last two drew a second
glance from Gale. The sharp-featured, bronzed faces and piercing
eyes, the tall, slender, loosely jointed bodies, the quiet, easy,
reckless air that seemed to be a part of the men--these things
would plainly have stamped them as cowboys without the buckled
sombreros, the colored scarfs, the high-topped, high-heeled boots
with great silver-roweled spurs. Gale did not fail to note, also,
that these cowboys wore guns, and this fact was rather a shock to
his idea of the modern West. It caused him to give some credence
to the rumors of fighting along the border, and he felt a thrill.
Desert Gold |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: what sights this placid youth might have seen in inaccessible
spheres, and what he could relate if fully restored to life. But
my wonder was not overwhelming, since for the most part I shared
the materialism of my friend. He was calmer than I as he forced
a large quantity of his fluid into a vein of the body’s arm, immediately
binding the incision securely.
The waiting was gruesome, but
West never faltered. Every now and then he applied his stethoscope
to the specimen, and bore the negative results philosophically.
After about three-quarters of an hour without the least sign of
life he disappointedly pronounced the solution inadequate, but
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