| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Plain Tales from the Hills by Rudyard Kipling: important notes in the papers--slowly and one by one as a man drops
chlorodyne into a glass. When he had reached the peremptory order--
and it WAS a peremptory order--the Strong Man was troubled.
Tarrion wound up:--"And I fancy that special knowledge of this kind
is at least as valuable for, let us say, a berth in the Foreign
Office, as the fact of being the nephew of a distingushed officer's
wife." That hit the Strong Man hard, for the last appointment to
the Foreign Office had been by black favor, and he knew it. "I'll
see what I can do for you," said the Strong Man. "Many thanks,"
said Tarrion. Then he left, and the Strong Man departed to see how
the appointment was to be blocked.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: ancient stratum. These markings, however, were of very primitive
life forms involving no great paradox except that any life forms
should occur in rock as definitely pre-Cambrian as this seemed
to be; hence I still failed to see the good sense of Lake’s demand
for an interlude in our time-saving program - an interlude requiring
the use of all four planes, many men, and the whole of the expedition’s
mechanical apparatus. I did not, in the end, veto the plan, though
I decided not to accompany the northwestward party despite Lake’s
plea for my geological advice. While they were gone, I would remain
at the base with Pabodie and five men and work out final plans
for the eastward shift. In preparation for this transfer, one
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Warlord of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: short-sword and hew his way through in search of pure air beyond.
"Can man breathe this polluted air and live?"
asked Thuvan Dihn, choking.
"Not for long, I imagine," I replied; "so let us make haste.
I will go first, and you bring up the rear, with Woola between.
Come," and with the words I dashed forward, across the fetid
mass of putrefaction.
It was not until we had passed through seven caves of different
The Warlord of Mars |
