| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions by Edwin A. Abbot: prosecution of this noble and valuable Art. Even to me,
a Mathematician of no mean standing, and the Grandfather of two
most hopeful and perfectly regular Hexagons, to find myself
in the midst of a crowd of rotating Polygons of the higher classes,
is occasionally very perplexing. And of course to a common Tradesman,
or Serf, such a sight is almost as unintelligible as it would be
to you, my Reader, were you suddenly transported into our country.
In such a crowd you could see on all sides of you nothing but a Line,
apparently straight, but of which the parts would vary
irregularly and perpetually in brightness or dimness. Even if you
had completed your third year in the Pentagonal and Hexagonal classes
Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: exhaustion. West could not withhold admiration for the fortitude
of his foe, but because of this was even more determined to prove
to him the truth of his amazing doctrines. Taking advantage of
the disorganisation of both college work and municipal health
regulations, he managed to get a recently deceased body smuggled
into the university dissecting-room one night, and in my presence
injected a new modification of his solution. The thing actually
opened its eyes, but only stared at the ceiling with a look of
soul-petrifying horror before collapsing into an inertness from
which nothing could rouse it. West said it was not fresh enough
-- the hot summer air does not favour corpses. That time we were
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Just Folks by Edgar A. Guest: I must walk a quiet street,
But when once they see me coming
Then on joyous, flying feet
They come racing to me madly
And I catch them with a swing
And I say it proudly, gladly,
That I'm happier than a king.
You may talk of lofty places,
You may boast of pomp and power,
Men may turn their eager faces
To the glory of an hour,
Just Folks |
