|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft:
him were spiced with references to the bygone magic of Old Whateley,
and how the hills once shook when he shrieked the dreadful name
of Yog-Sothoth in the midst of a circle of stones with a great
book open in his arms before him. Dogs abhorred the boy, and he
was always obliged to take various defensive measures against
their barking menace.
Meanwhile Old Whateley continued
to buy cattle without measurably increasing the size of his herd.
He also cut timber and began to repair the unused parts of his
house - a spacious, peak-roofed affair whose rear end was buried
The Dunwich Horror
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fantastic Fables by Ambrose Bierce:
particularly his attacks on the Proboscidae; but, alas! he has no
reverence for the Marsupials, and laughs at our way of carrying our
young in a pouch."
The Camel said:
"If he would only respect the sacred Hump, he would be faultless.
As it is, I cannot permit his fables to be read in the presence of
The Ostrich, seeing his approach, thrust her head in the straw,
"If I do not conceal myself, he may be reminded to write something
disagreeable about my lack of a crest or my appetite for scrap-
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]:
your cart," and there, to be sure, was a fine sort of cage with a board top
and bottom and laths at the sides, while other laths were lying ready to be
nailed into place after the geese should have been stowed away within it. The
children were simply wild over this addition to their separate little sets of
live-stock, and although the whole day was delightful, there was all the while
an almost impatient looking forward to the supreme moment when they should
start for home with those beautiful geese in their keeping. And at last it
"I wonder if my goose will be a little lonely," said Tattine, as they all
stood about, watching Patrick nail on the laths.
"Faith and it will thin," said Mrs. Kirk. "It never came to my moind that they