| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Britain by Washington Irving: body into an uproar. He is a great believer in omens and
predictions; and has the prophecies of Robert Nixon and
Mother Shipton by heart. No man can make so much out of an
eclipse, or even an unusually dark day; and he shook the tail of
the last comet over the heads of his customers and disciples
until they were nearly frightened out of their wits. He has
lately got hold of a popular legend or prophecy, on which he
has been unusually eloquent. There has been a saying current
among the ancient sibyls, who treasure up these things, that
when the grasshopper on the top of the Exchange shook hands
with the dragon on the top of Bow Church Steeple, fearful
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Eugenie Grandet by Honore de Balzac: explained.
"My dear child," he said to Eugenie when the table had been cleared
and the doors carefully shut, "you are now your mother's heiress, and
we have a few little matters to settle between us. Isn't that so,
Cruchot?"
"Yes."
"Is it necessary to talk of them to-day, father?"
"Yes, yes, little one; I can't bear the uncertainty in which I'm
placed. I think you don't want to give me pain?"
"Oh! father--"
"Well, then! let us settle it all to-night."
Eugenie Grandet |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: at that ravaged place, many spent matches, three illustrated books
more or less curiously smudged, an empty ink bottle with its pictorial
and instructional carton, a broken fountain pen, some oddly snipped
fragments of fur and tent cloth, a used electric battery with
circular of directions, a folder that came with our type of tent
heater, and a sprinkling of crumpled papers. It was all bad enough
but when we smoothed out the papers and looked at what was on
them, we felt we had come to the worst. We had found certain inexplicably
blotted papers at the camp which might have prepared us, yet the
effect of the sight down there in the prehuman vaults of a nightmare
city was almost too much to bear.
At the Mountains of Madness |
