| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: chance to study the petrified wood of a surviving shutter, and
were impressed by the fabulous antiquity implied in the still
discernible grain. These things had come from Mesozoic gymnosperms
and conifers - especially Cretaceous cycads - and from fan palms
and early angiosperms of plainly Tertiary date. Nothing definitely
later than the Pliocene could be discovered. In the placing of
these shutters - whose edges showed the former presence of queer
and long-vanished hinges - usage seemed to be varied - some being
on the outer and some on the inner side of the deep embrasures.
They seemed to have become wedged in place, thus surviving the
rusting of their former and probably metallic fixtures and fastenings.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Figure in the Carpet by Henry James: grin from his perch. In my excitement I paid him profusely and in
hers she suffered it; then as he drove away we started to walk
about and talk. We had talked, heaven knows, enough before, but
this was a wondrous lift. We pictured the whole scene at Rapallo,
where he would have written, mentioning my name, for permission to
call; that is I pictured it, having more material than my
companion, whom I felt hang on my lips as we stopped on purpose
before shop-windows we didn't look into. About one thing we were
clear: if he was staying on for fuller communication we should at
least have a letter from him that would help us through the dregs
of delay. We understood his staying on, and yet each of us saw, I
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll: up into the air, and in her fright she caught at the thing
nearest to her hand. which happened to be the Goat's beard.
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But the beard seemed to melt away as she touched it, and she
found herself sitting quietly under a tree--while the Gnat (for
that was the insect she had been talking to) was balancing itself
on a twig just over her head, and fanning her with its wings.
It certainly was a VERY large Gnat: `about the size of a
chicken,' Alice thought. Still, she couldn't feel nervous with
Through the Looking-Glass |
