| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: of connection with nameless bands of abhorrent elder-world hierophants.
These rumours, though never proved at the time, were doubtless
stimulated by the known tenor of some of my reading - for the
consulltation of rare books at libraries cannot be effected secretly.
There is tangible proof - in the form of marginal notes - that
I went minutely through such things as the Comte d'Erlette's Cultes
des Goules, Ludvig Prinn's De Vermis Mysteriis, the Unaussprechlichen
Kulten of von Junzt, the surviving fragments of the puzzling Book
of Eibon, and the dreaded Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred.
Then, too, it is undeniable that a fresh and evil wave of underground
cult activity set in about the time of my odd mutation.
Shadow out of Time |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: and obedient. While I stood awkwardly confronting the two girls,
Krajiek came up from the barn to see what was going on.
With him was another Shimerda son. Even from a distance one
could see that there was something strange about this boy.
As he approached us, he began to make uncouth noises,
and held up his hands to show us his fingers, which were webbed
to the first knuckle, like a duck's foot. When he saw me
draw back, he began to crow delightedly, `Hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo!'
like a rooster. His mother scowled and said sternly,
`Marek!' then spoke rapidly to Krajiek in Bohemian.
`She wants me to tell you he won't hurt nobody, Mrs. Burden. He was born
My Antonia |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Iron Puddler by James J. Davis: Anderson, a long weary walk for one whose feet, like mine, were
not accustomed to it. From Anderson I tramped to Frankton, and
there I caught a freight and rode the bumpers to Elwood. The
train took me right into the mill. It was summer and the mill had
been shut down by the hard times. The boss was there looking over
the machinery. They were getting ready to start up. I faced him
and he said: "Do you want a job?"
"Yes," I said.
"What at? Greasing up to-night," he said. Weary and hungry as I
was from my hoboing, I went right to work, and all night I, with
a few others, greased the bearings. The next day he gave me a job
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