| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton: Through this jumble of futile activities came and went a strange
throng of hangers-on--manicures, beauty-doctors, hair-dressers,
teachers of bridge, of French, of "physical development": figures
sometimes indistinguishable, by their appearance, or by Mrs.
Hatch's relation to them, from the visitors constituting her
recognized society. But strangest of all to Lily was the
encounter, in this latter group, of several of her acquaintances.
She had supposed, and not without relief, that she was passing,
for the moment, completely out of her own circle; but she found
that Mr. Stancy, one side of whose sprawling existence overlapped
the edge of Mrs. Fisher's world, had drawn several of its
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: West more and more irritating; but when he had gone to Ottawa
and through a colleague’s influence secured a medical commission
as Major, I could not resist the imperious persuasion of one determined
that I should accompany him in my usual capacity.
When I say
that Dr. West was avid to serve in battle, I do not mean to imply
that he was either naturally warlike or anxious for the safety
of civilisation. Always an ice-cold intellectual machine; slight,
blond, blue-eyed, and spectacled; I think he secretly sneered
at my occasional martial enthusiasms and censures of supine neutrality.
There was, however, something he wanted in embattled Flanders;
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Allan Quatermain by H. Rider Haggard: one fierce deep-throated roar, with a waving of banners and a
wide flashing of steel, the remains of our army took the offensive
and began to sweep down, slowly indeed, but irresistibly from
the positions they had so gallantly held all day.
At last it was our turn to attack.
On we moved, over the piled-up masses of dead and dying, and
were approaching the stream, when suddenly I perceived an extraordinary
sight. Galloping wildly towards us, his arms tightly clasped
around his horse's neck, against which his blanched cheek was
tightly pressed, was a man arrayed in the full costume of a Zu-Vendi
general, but in whom, as he came nearer, I recognized none other
Allan Quatermain |
