| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: assurance that the thing was really dead. This assurance he gave
readily enough; reminding me that the reanimating solution was
never used without careful tests as to life, since it could have
no effect if any of the original vitality were present. As West
proceeded to take preliminary steps, I was impressed by the vast
intricacy of the new experiment; an intricacy so vast that he
could trust no hand less delicate than his own. Forbidding me
to touch the body, he first injected a drug in the wrist just
beside the place his needle had punctured when injecting the embalming
compound. This, he said, was to neutralise the compound and release
the system to a normal relaxation so that the reanimating solution
 Herbert West: Reanimator |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Criminal Sociology by Enrico Ferri: flatterers can fail to recognise in this stream something more
than the outcome of individual labours.
A new departure in science is a simple phenomenon of nature,
determined in its origin and progress, like all such phenomena, by
conditions of time and place. Attention must be drawn to these
conditions at the outset, for it is only by accurately defining
them that the scientific conscience of the student of sociology is
developed and confirmed.
The experimental philosophy of the latter half of our century,
combined with human biology and psychology, and with the natural
study of human society, had already produced an intellectual
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: his face:
"Ach, idiot! Ach, imbecile! Ach, miserable! I tol' you he
eggsplode. Stop your cry. Stop! It is an order. Do you
wish I drow you in der water, eh? Speak. Silence, bube!
Mommer, where ist mein stick? He will der grossest whippun
ever of his life receive."
Little by little the boy subsided, swallowing his sobs,
knuckling his eyes, gazing ruefully at the spot where the
boat had sunk. "Dot is better soh," commented Mr. Sieppe,
finally releasing him. "Next dime berhaps you will your
fat'er better pelief. Now, no more. We will der glams ge-
 McTeague |