| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Timaeus by Plato: hips, and the bones of the arms and the forearms, and other parts which
have no joints, and the inner bones, which on account of the rarity of the
soul in the marrow are destitute of reason--all these are abundantly
provided with flesh; but such as have mind in them are in general less
fleshy, except where the creator has made some part solely of flesh in
order to give sensation,--as, for example, the tongue. But commonly this
is not the case. For the nature which comes into being and grows up in us
by a law of necessity, does not admit of the combination of solid bone and
much flesh with acute perceptions. More than any other part the framework
of the head would have had them, if they could have co-existed, and the
human race, having a strong and fleshy and sinewy head, would have had a
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Letters from England by Elizabeth Davis Bancroft: seat, to see and lunch with him. He was confined to his couch. . .
. He is seventy-three or seventy-four, but looks not a minute older
than fifty. He has a fine head and forehead, and most agreeable and
courteous manners, rather of the old school. As he could not rise
to receive me he kissed my hand. Mrs. Jeffrey is an intelligent and
agreeable woman but has been much out of health the last year. She
was Miss Wilkes of New York, you know. The house was an old
castellated and fortified house, and with modern additions is a most
beautiful residence. Capt. Rutherford told me that when he received
the Lord Advocate's letter announcing that we were coming, he went
to see Lord Jeffrey to know if he would be well enough to see us,
|
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: Our exact motive in looking
back again was perhaps no more than the immemorial instinct of
the pursued to gauge the nature and course of its pursuer; or
perhaps it was an automatic attempt to answer a subconscious question
raised by one of our senses. In the midst of our flight, with
all our faculties centered on the problem of escape, we were in
no condition to observe and analyze details; yet even so, our
latent brain cells must have wondered at the message brought them
by our nostrils. Alterward we realized what it was-that our retreat
from the fetid slime coating on those headless obstructions, and
the coincident approach of the pursuing entity, had not brought
At the Mountains of Madness |
