|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft:
not enlarge his knowledge in this regard, but sought with some
subtlety to draw him out. In a short time I became convinced ofhis
absolute sincerity, for he spoke of the dreams in a manner none
could mistake. They and their subconscious residuum had influenced
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
Call of Cthulhu
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wheels of Chance by H. G. Wells:
He could not see her because it was so dangerous for him to look
round, but he could imagine her indignant and pitiless. He felt
an unspeakable idiot. One had to be so careful what one said to
Young Ladies, and he'd gone and treated her just as though she
was only a Larky Girl. It was unforgivable. He always WAS a fool.
You could tell from her manner she didn't think him a gentleman.
One glance, and she seemed to look clear through him and all his
presence. What rot it was venturing to speak to a girl like that!
With her education she was bound to see through him at once.
How nicely she spoke too! nice clear-cut words! She made him feel
what slush his own accent was. And that last silly remark. What
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
where it has always been. Can you blame me if I look
with levity upon the King's price? It be not heavy
enough to weigh me down; nor never has it held me
from going where I listed in all England. I am freer
than the King, My Lord, for the King be a prisoner
Together they rode toward Battel, and as they talked,
Norman of Torn grew to like this brave and handsome
gentleman. In his heart was no rancor because of the
coming marriage of the man to the woman he loved.
If Bertrade de Montfort loved this handsome French
The Outlaw of Torn