|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft:
his art profoundly, and he shewed me a morbid statue whose contours
almost made me shake with the potency of its black suggestion.
He could not recall having seen the original of this thing except
in his own dream bas-relief, but the outlines had formed themselves
insensibly under his hands. It was, no doubt, the giant shape
he had raved of in delirium. That he really knew nothing of the
hidden cult, save from what my uncle's relentless catechism had
let fall, he soon made clear; and again I strove to think of some
way in which he could possibly have received the weird impressions.
He talked of his dreams in a strangely poetic fashion; making
me see with terrible vividness the damp Cyclopean city of slimy
Call of Cthulhu
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Windermere's Fan by Oscar Wilde:
look it. None of us men do look what we really are. Demmed good
thing, too. What I want to know is this. Who is she? Where does
she come from? Why hasn't she got any demmed relations? Demmed
nuisance, relations! But they make one so demmed respectable.
LORD WINDERMERE. You are talking of Mrs. Erlynne, I suppose? I
only met her six months ago. Till then, I never knew of her
LORD AUGUSTUS. You have seen a good deal of her since then.
LORD WINDERMERE. [Coldly.] Yes, I have seen a good deal of her
since then. I have just seen her.
LORD AUGUSTUS. Egad! the women are very down on her. I have been
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain:
stoned until she hardly looked human, she was so
battered and bloody. The mob wanted to burn her.
Well, now, what do you suppose our master did?
When we closed around this poor creature to shelter
her, he saw his chance. He said, burn her here, or
they shouldn't have her at all. Imagine that! They
were willing. They fastened her to a post; they
brought wood and piled it about her; they applied
the torch while she shrieked and pleaded and strained
her two young daughters to her breast; and our brute,
with a heart solely for business, lashed us into position
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court