| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum: introduce you all, first. That's manners, Billina. This," turning to
her traveling companions, "is Mr. Tik-tok, who works by machinery
'cause his thoughts wind up, and his talk winds up, and his action
winds up--like a clock."
"Do they all wind up together?" asked the shaggy man.
"No; each one separate. But he works just lovely, and Tik-tok was a
good friend to me once, and saved my life--and Billina's life, too."
"Is he alive?" asked Button-Bright, looking hard at the copper man.
"Oh, no, but his machinery makes him just as good as alive." She
turned to the copper man and said politely: "Mr. Tik-tok, these are
my new friends: the shaggy man, and Polly the Rainbow's Daughter, and
The Road to Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: window like stricken animals; overturning tubes, lamp, and retorts,
and vaulting madly into the starred abyss of the rural night.
I think we screamed ourselves as we stumbled frantically toward
the town, though as we reached the outskirts we put on a semblance
of restraint -- just enough to seem like belated revellers staggering
home from a debauch.
We did not separate, but managed to get
to West’s room, where we whispered with the gas up until dawn.
By then we had calmed ourselves a little with rational theories
and plans for investigation, so that we could sleep through the
day -- classes being disregarded. But that evening two items in
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Merry Men by Robert Louis Stevenson: in attention to his lessons. But these were interrupted by spells
of melancholia and brooding silence, when the boy was little better
than unbearable.
'Silence,' the Doctor moralised - 'you see, Anastasie, what comes
of silence. Had the boy properly unbosomed himself, the little
disappointment about the treasure, the little annoyance about
Casimir's incivility, would long ago have been forgotten. As it
is, they prey upon him like a disease. He loses flesh, his
appetite is variable and, on the whole, impaired. I keep him on
the strictest regimen, I exhibit the most powerful tonics; both in
vain.'
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