| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Flame and Shadow by Sara Teasdale: Eight o'clock to me.
Lost Things
Oh, I could let the world go by,
Its loud new wonders and its wars,
But how will I give up the sky
When winter dusk is set with stars?
And I could let the cities go,
Their changing customs and their creeds, --
But oh, the summer rains that blow
In silver on the jewel-weeds!
Pain
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: be shot. Earl Sawyer suggested that help be asked from Aylesbury
or Arkham, but others maintained it would be of no use. Old Zebulon
Whateley, of a branch that hovered about halfway between soundness
and decadence, made darkly wild suggestions about rites that ought
to be practiced on the hill-tops. He came of a line where tradition
ran strong, and his memories of chantings in the great stone circles
were not altogether connected with Wilbur and his grandfather.
Darkness fell upon a stricken countryside too passive to organize
for real defence. In a few cases closely related families would
band together and watch in the gloom under one roof; but in general
there was only a repetition of the barricading of the night before,
The Dunwich Horror |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Man of Business by Honore de Balzac: and a special knowledge of Parisian capitalists, their origin,
connections, acquaintances, and intrinsic value. This partnership of
two 'dabblers' (let the Stock Exchange term pass, for it is the only
word which describes them), this partnership of dabblers did not last
very long. They fought like famished curs over every bit of garbage.
"The earlier speculations of the firm of Cerizet and Claparon were,
however, well planned. The two scamps joined forces with Barbet,
Chaboisseau, Samanon, and usurers of that stamp, and bought up
hopelessly bad debts.
"Claparon's place of business at that time was a cramped entresol in
the Rue Chabannais--five rooms at a rent of seven hundred francs at
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