| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Sign of the Cat & Racket by Honore de Balzac: Guillaume the artist saw the peril into which his love affair had
fallen; he went out, with a raging soul, determined to venture all.
"Go to your room, miss!" said Madame Guillaume, on their return home;
"we will send for you, but take care not to quit it."
The conference between the husband and wife was conducted so secretly
that at first nothing was heard of it. Virginie, however, who had
tried to give her sister courage by a variety of gentle remonstrances,
carried her good nature so far as to listen at the door of her
mother's bedroom where the discussion was held, to catch a word or
two. The first time she went down to the lower floor she heard her
father exclaim, "Then, madame, do you wish to kill your daughter?"
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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: tests for absolute lifelessness, withdrew satisfied, and finally
injected into the left arm an accurately measured amount of the
vital elixir, prepared during the afternoon with a greater care
than we had used since college days, when our feats were new and
groping. I cannot express the wild, breathless suspense with which
we waited for results on this first really fresh specimen -- the
first we could reasonably expect to open its lips in rational
speech, perhaps to tell of what it had seen beyond the unfathomable
abyss.
West was a materialist, believing in no soul and attributing
all the working of consciousness to bodily phenomena; consequently
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne: argue with him."
And Martha retreated in safety into her own dominions.
I was left alone. But how was it possible for a man of my undecided
turn of mind to argue successfully with so irascible a person as the
Professor? With this persuasion I was hurrying away to my own little
retreat upstairs, when the street door creaked upon its hinges; heavy
feet made the whole flight of stairs to shake; and the master of the
house, passing rapidly through the dining-room, threw himself in
haste into his own sanctum.
But on his rapid way he had found time to fling his hazel stick into
a corner, his rough broadbrim upon the table, and these few emphatic
Journey to the Center of the Earth |
