| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: you on the scaly horror. Steer for that brightest star just south
of the zenith - it is Vega, and in two hours will be just above
the terrace of your sunset city. Steer for it only till you hear
a far-off singing in the high aether. Higher than that lurks madness,
so rein your Shantak when the first note lures. Look then back
to earth, and you will see shining the deathless altar-flame of
Ired-Naa from the sacred roof of a temple. That temple is in your
desiderate sunset city, so steer for it before you heed the singing
and are lost.
"When you draw nigh the city steer for the same
high parapet whence of old you scanned the outspread glory, prodding
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrecker by Stevenson & Osbourne: is hard to imagine any more depressing talk for a poor
landsman on a dirty night; it is hard to imagine anything less
sailor-like (as sailors are supposed to be, and generally are)
than this persistent harping on the minor.
But I was to see more of the man's gloomy constancy ere the
cruise was at an end.
On the morning of the seventeenth day I came on deck, to find
the schooner under double reefs, and flying rather wild before a
heavy run of sea. Snoring trades and humming sails had been
our portion hitherto. We were already nearing the island. My
restrained excitement had begun again to overmaster me; and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: and I knew it would look ridiculous. And then his shoes were so slipshod, I
let him have a pair of yours, the old ones with the narrow caps--"
"Old ones!"
"Well, they pinched horribly, and you know they did."
It was ever thus the Sunflower vindicated things.
And so Leith Clay-Randolph came to Idlewild to stay, how long I did not dream.
Nor did I dream how often he was to come, for he was like an erratic comet.
Fresh he would arrive, and cleanly clad, from grand folk who were his friends
as I was his friend, and again, weary and worn, he would creep up the
brier-rose path from the Montanas or Mexico. And without a word, when his
WANDERLUST gripped him, he was off and away into that great mysterious
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