| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The First Men In The Moon by H. G. Wells: to the crest to take my bearings, and then, with all the will that was in
me, leapt out towards the mark I had left, dim and distant now in the very
margin of the shadow.
Leap, leap, leap, and each leap was seven ages.
Before me the pale serpent-girdled section of the sun sank and sank, and
the advancing shadow swept to seize the sphere before I could reach it. I
was two miles away, a hundred leaps or more, and the air about me was
thinning out as it thins under an air-pump, and the cold was gripping at
my joints. But had I died, I should have died leaping. Once, and then
again my foot slipped on the gathering snow as I leapt and shortened my
The First Men In The Moon |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: Often, however, a series of smooth car-touches containing oddly
patterned groups of dots would be sunk along one of the arabesque
bands.
The technique, we soon saw, was mature, accomplished,
and aesthetically evolved to the highest degree of civilized mastery,
though utterly alien in every detail to any known art tradition
of the human race. In delicacy of execution no sculpture I have
ever seen could approach it. The minutest details of elaborate
vegetation, or of animal life, were rendered with astonishing
vividness despite the bold scale of the carvings; whilst the conventional
designs were marvels of skillful intricacy. The arabesques displayed
At the Mountains of Madness |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The American by Henry James: "Why can't she marry me?" said Newman, looking at them.
Madame de Bellegarde did not move in her place, but she was
as pale as her daughter. The marquis looked down at her.
She said nothing for some moments, but she kept her keen,
clear eyes upon Newman, bravely. The marquis drew himself up
and looked at the ceiling. "It's impossible!" he said softly.
"It's improper," said Madame de Bellegarde.
Newman began to laugh. "Oh, you are fooling!" he exclaimed.
"My sister, you have no time; you are losing your train,"
said the marquis.
"Come, is he mad?" asked Newman.
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