|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall:
work, and only anxious to have it to perform. The chairs of Natural
History and of Physics being advertised as vacant in the University
of Toronto, we applied for them, he for the one, I for the other;
but, possibly guided by a prophetic instinct, the University
authorities declined having anything to do with either of us.
If I remember aright, we were equally unlucky elsewhere.
One of Faraday's earliest letters to me had reference to this
Toronto business, which he thought it unwise in me to neglect.
But Toronto had its own notions, and in 1853, at the instance of
Dr. Bence Jones, and on the recommendation of Faraday himself,
a chair of Physics at the Royal Institution was offered to me.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White:
of gratification and delight. This gregariousness and
alarm at being left alone in a strange country tends to
hold them together at night. You are reasonably
certain that in the morning, having found one, you will
come upon the rest not far away.
The personnel of our own outfit we found most
interesting. Although collected from divergent
localities they soon became acquainted. In a crowded
corral they were always compact in their organization,
sticking close together, and resisting as a solid phalanx
encroachments on their feed by other and stranger
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft:
of West’s decadence, but must add that it was a purely mental
and intangible thing. Outwardly he was the same to the last --
calm, cold, slight, and yellow-haired, with spectacled blue eyes
and a general aspect of youth which years and fears seemed never
to change. He seemed calm even when he thought of that clawed
grave and looked over his shoulder; even when he thought of the
carnivorous thing that gnawed and pawed at Sefton bars.
end of Herbert West began one evening in our joint study when
he was dividing his curious glance between the newspaper and me.
A strange headline item had struck at him from the crumpled pages,
Herbert West: Reanimator