| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Daughter of Eve by Honore de Balzac: there. So I shall be the gainer. Sometimes she comes between four and
five o'clock, and I'll be kind and add you to the little set of
favorites I admit at that hour."
"Ah!" cried Raoul, "how the world judges; it calls you unkind."
"So I am when I need to be," she replied. "We must defend ourselves.
But your countess I adore; you will be contented with her; she is
charming. Your name will be the first engraved upon her heart with
that infantine joy that makes a lad cut the initials of his love on
the barks of trees."
Raoul was aware of the danger of such conversations, in which a
Parisian woman excels; he feared the marquise would extract some
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: those mountains of madness. We must have had some such normal
notions to fall back upon as our eyes swept that limitless, tempest-scarred
plateau and grasped the almost endless labyrinth of colossal,
regular, and geometrically eurythmic stone masses which reared
their crumbled and pitted crests above a glacial sheet not more
than forty or fifty feet deep at its thickest, and in places obviously
thinner.
The effect of the monstrous sight was indescribable,
for some fiendish violation of known natural law seemed certain
at the outset. Here, on a hellishly ancient table-land fully twenty
thousand feet high, and in a climate deadly to habitation since
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Warlord of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: all my arduous labor gone for naught. Now I realized the cause of
the rage that had been writ so large upon the features of Matai
Shang and the cruel pleasure that I had seen upon the face of Phaidor.
They had known or guessed the truth, and the hekkador of the
Holy Therns, who had evidently come to the chamber in the hope of
thwarting Salensus Oll in his contemplated perfidy against the high
priest who coveted Dejah Thoris for himself, realized that Thurid
had stolen the prize from beneath his very nose.
Phaidor's pleasure had been due to her realization of what
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