| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Duchess of Padua by Oscar Wilde: MISTRESS LUCY
Marry, it is time you should ask after her, poor lady; she is
distraught almost. Why, she has not slept, but paced the chamber
all night long. I prayed her to have a posset, or some aqua-vitae,
and to get to bed and sleep a little for her health's sake, but she
answered me she was afraid she might dream. That was a strange
answer, was it not?
SECOND CITIZEN
These great folk have not much sense, so Providence makes it up to
them in fine clothes.
MISTRESS LUCY
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum: bricks, neatly whitewashed inside and out. The houses were not set in
rows, forming regular streets, but placed here and there in a haphazard
manner which made it puzzling for a stranger to find his way.
"Stupid people must have streets and numbered houses in their cities,
to guide them where to go," observed the grey donkey, as he walked
before the visitors on his hind legs, in an awkward but comical manner;
"but clever donkeys know their way about without such absurd marks.
Moreover, a mixed city is much prettier than one with straight streets."
Dorothy did not agree with this, but she said nothing to contradict it.
Presently she saw a sign on a house that read: "Madam de Fayke, Hoofist,"
and she asked their conductor:
The Road to Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: all mellow and magical in the slanted light, he swore that Ulthar
would be a very likely place to dwell in always, were not the
memory of a greater sunset city ever goading one onward toward
unknown perils. Then twilight fell, and the pink walls of the
plastered gables turned violet and mystic, and little yellow lights
floated up one by one from old lattice windows. And sweet bells
pealed in. the temple tower above, and the first star winked softly
above the meadows across the Skai. With the night came song, and
Carter nodded as the lutanists praised ancient days from beyond
the filigreed balconies and tesselated courts of simple Ulthar.
And there might have been sweetness even in the voices of Ulthar's
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
