| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Water-Babies by Charles Kingsley: lights on board peep out one by one, and die out again, and the
long bar of smoke fade away into the evening mist, till all was out
of sight.
And he swam northward again, day after day, till at last he met the
King of the Herrings, with a curry-comb growing out of his nose,
and a sprat in his mouth for a cigar, and asked him the way to
Shiny Wall; so he bolted his sprat head foremost, and said:
"If I were you, young Gentleman, I should go to the Allalonestone,
and ask the last of the Gairfowl. She is of a very ancient clan,
very nearly as ancient as my own; and knows a good deal which these
modern upstarts don't, as ladies of old houses are likely to do."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: gave the neighbourhood, this gusty autumn morning, an untimely
smell of hay. On the opposite bank of the Allier the land kept
mounting for miles to the horizon: a tanned and sallow autumn
landscape, with black blots of fir-wood and white roads wandering
through the hills. Over all this the clouds shed a uniform and
purplish shadow, sad and somewhat menacing, exaggerating height and
distance, and throwing into still higher relief the twisted ribbons
of the highway. It was a cheerless prospect, but one stimulating
to a traveller. For I was now upon the limit of Velay, and all
that I beheld lay in another county - wild Gevaudan, mountainous,
uncultivated, and but recently disforested from terror of the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: have drawn me on after that hideous suspicion of prints and the
creeping dream-memories it excited. Yet my right hand, even as
it shook with fright, still twitched rhythmically in its eagerness
to turn a lock it hoped to find. Before I knew it I was past the
heap of lately fallen cases and running on tiptoe through aisles
of utterly unbroken dust toward a point which I seemed to know
morbidly, horribly well.
My mind was asking itself questions
whose origin and relevancy I was only beginning to guess. Would
the shelf be reachable by a human body? Could my human hand master
all the aeon-remembered motions of the lock? Would the lock be
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