| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: them burnt as soon as possible in the capacious fireplace. To
the police we both declared ignorance of our late companion’s
identity. He was, West nervously said, a congenial stranger whom
we had met at some downtown bar of uncertain location. We had
all been rather jovial, and West and I did not wish to have our
pugnacious companion hunted down.
That same night saw the beginning
of the second Arkham horror -- the horror that to me eclipsed
the plague itself. Christchurch Cemetery was the scene of a terrible
killing; a watchman having been clawed to death in a manner not
only too hideous for description, but raising a doubt as to the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Call of the Wild by Jack London: greater than they, stealing from their camps in fierce winters,
robbing their traps, slaying their dogs, and defying their bravest
hunters.
Nay, the tale grows worse. Hunters there are who fail to return
to the camp, and hunters there have been whom their tribesmen
found with throats slashed cruelly open and with wolf prints about
them in the snow greater than the prints of any wolf. Each fall,
when the Yeehats follow the movement of the moose, there is a
certain valley which they never enter. And women there are who
become sad when the word goes over the fire of how the Evil Spirit
came to select that valley for an abiding-place.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe: tenderness of you, as long as I lived.'
This was very honest indeed, and I really believe he spoke
as he intended, and that he was a man that was as well qualified
to make me happy, as to his temper and behaviour, as any
man ever was; but his having no estate, and being run into debt
on this ridiculous account in the country, made all the prospect
dismal and dreadful, and I knew not what to say, or what to
think of myself.
I told him it was very unhappy that so much love, and so much
good nature as I discovered in him, should be thus precipitated
into misery; that I saw nothing before us but ruin; for as to me,
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