| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: gave way to at your coming; I begin to be secure and tranquil; and
you, restless to know us at peace, appear resolved on exciting a
quarrel. Quarrel with Edgar, if you please, Heathcliff, and
deceive his sister: you'll hit on exactly the most efficient
method of revenging yourself on me.'
The conversation ceased. Mrs. Linton sat down by the fire, flushed
and gloomy. The spirit which served her was growing intractable:
she could neither lay nor control it. He stood on the hearth with
folded arms, brooding on his evil thoughts; and in this position I
left them to seek the master, who was wondering what kept Catherine
below so long.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The School For Scandal by Richard Brinsley Sheridan: MRS. CANDOUR. I must have a Copy--
LADY SNEERWELL. Lady Teazle--I hope we shall see Sir Peter?
LADY TEAZLE. I believe He'll wait on your Ladyship presently.
LADY SNEERWELL. Maria my love you look grave. Come, you sit down
to Piquet with Mr. Surface.
MARIA. I take very little Pleasure in cards--however, I'll do
as you Please.
LADY TEAZLE. I am surprised Mr. Surface should sit down her--
I thought He would have embraced this opportunity of speaking
to me before Sir Peter came--[Aside.]
MRS. CANDOUR. Now, I'll die but you are so scandalous I'll forswear
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: winds and tempests that pour down from the plateau, we determined
to dispense with intermediate bases, taking our chances in the
interest of economy and probable efficiency.
Wireless reports
have spoken of the breathtaking, four-hour, nonstop flight of
our squadron on November 21st over the lofty shelf ice, with vast
peaks rising on the west, and the unfathomed silences echoing
to the sound of our engines. Wind troubled us only moderately,
and our radio compasses helped us through the one opaque fog we
encountered. When the vast rise loomed ahead, between Latitudes
83° and 84°, we knew we had reached Beardmore Glacier, the largest
At the Mountains of Madness |
