| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells: accustomed to a highly ornate service. But Morrice Deans was
intractable and his pursuers indefatigable, and on several
occasions the bishop sat far into the night devising compromises
and equivocations that should make the Kensitites think that
Morrice Deans wasn't wearing vestments when he was, and that
should make Morrice Deans think he was wearing vestments when he
wasn't. And it was Whippham who first suggested green tea as a
substitute for coffee, which gave the bishop indigestion, as his
stimulant for these nocturnal bouts.
Now green tea is the most lucid of poisons.
And while all this extra activity about Morrice Deans, these
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: some of them citations from theosophical books and magazines (notably
W. Scott-Elliot's Atlantis and the Lost Lemuria), and the rest
comments on long-surviving secret societies and hidden cults,
with references to passages in such mythological and anthropological
source-books as Frazer's Golden Bough and Miss Murray's Witch-Cult
in Western Europe. The cuttings largely alluded to outré mental
illness and outbreaks of group folly or mania in the spring of
1925.
The first half of the principal manuscript told a very
particular tale. It appears that on March 1st, 1925, a thin, dark
young man of neurotic and excited aspect had called upon Professor
Call of Cthulhu |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herodias by Gustave Flaubert: tinkling of cymbals! O race of vipers, bursting with pride!"
The voice of Iaokanann was recognised. His name was whispered about.
Spectators from a distance pressed closer to the open pit.
"Woe to thee, O people! Woe to the traitors of Judah, and to the
drunkards of Ephraim, who dwelt in the fertile valleys and stagger
with the fumes of wine!
"May they disappear like running water; like the slug that sinks into
the sand as it moves; like an abortion that never sees the light!
"And thou too, Moab! hide thyself in the midst of the cypress, like
the sparrow; in caverns, like the wild hare! The gates of the fortress
shall be crushed more easily than nut-shells; the walls shall crumble;
Herodias |
