| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: What had happened afterward we could only guess. How long had
the new sea-cavern city survived? Was it still down there, a stony
corpse in eternal blackness? Had the subterranean waters frozen
at last? To what fate had the ocean-bottom cities of the outer
world been delivered? Had any of the Old Ones shifted north ahead
of the creeping ice cap? Existing geology shows no trace of their
presence. Had the frightful Mi-Go been still a menace in the outer
land world of the north? Could one be sure of what might or might
not linger, even to this day, in the lightless and unplumbed abysses
of earth’s deepest waters? Those things had seemingly been able
to withstand any amount of pressure - and men of the sea have
At the Mountains of Madness |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: cloak, that he might not see and be frightened.
We waited a while in silence, perhaps for five or six minutes,
among the most disagreeable, I think, that I ever passed. Then
far down in the brightness below appeared a black speck that
seemed to grow in size as it rushed upwards.
"It comes," said Yva. "Prepare and do as I do. Do not spring,
or run, lest you should go too far. Step gently on to the rock
and to its centre, and there lie down. Trust in me, all of you."
"There's nothing else to do," groaned Bastin.
The great stone appeared and, as before, hung at the edge of
the pit. Yva stepped on to it quietly, as she did so, catching
When the World Shook |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy: to know what you men are like. Are you the same as we? No?"
"Why did Sonya run away?" asked Rostov.
"Ah, yes! That's a whole long story! How are you going to speak to
her- thou or you?"
"As may happen," said Rostov.
"No, call her you, please! I'll tell you all about it some other
time. No, I'll tell you now. You know Sonya's my dearest friend.
Such a friend that I burned my arm for her sake. Look here!"
She pulled up her muslin sleeve and showed him a red scar on her
long, slender, delicate arm, high above the elbow on that part that is
covered even by a ball dress.
War and Peace |
