|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft:
to be not on earth. Carter questioned the oddly robed men of that
city about the peak of Ngranek on the isle of Oriab, and found
that they knew of it well.
Ships came from Baharna on that island,
one being due to return thither in only a month, and Ngranek is
but two days' zebra-ride from that port. But few had seen the
stone face of the god, because it is on a very difficult side
of Ngranek, which overlooks only sheer crags and a valley of sinister
lava. Once the gods were angered with men on that side, and spoke
of the matter to the Other Gods.
It was hard to get this information
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mansion by Henry van Dyke:
I don't dislike the smell. But it is a wasteful, useless habit,
and therefore I have never practised it. Nothing useless is
that's my motto--nothing that does not bring the reward.
Oh, now I recall the text, 'Verily I say unto you they have their
I shall ask Doctor Snodgrass to preach a sermon on that verse
"Using you as an illustration?"
"Well, not exactly that; but I could give him some good materials
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey:
I like his face. Jake, my man, says as how he'll make a good husband for you,
and he'll take to the frontier like a duck does to water. I'm sorry you'll not
tarry here awhile. We don't see many lasses, especially any as pretty as you,
and you'll find it more quiet and lonesome the farther West you get. Jake
knows all about Fort Henry, and Jeff Lynn, the hunter outside, he knows Eb and
Jack Zane, and Wetzel, and all those Fort Henry men. You'll be gettin' married
out there, won't you?"
"You are--quite wrong," said Nell, who all the while Mrs. Wentz was speaking
grew rosier and rosier. "We're not anything---"
Then Nell hesitated and finally ceased speaking. She saw that denials or
explanations were futile; the simple woman had seen the kiss, and formed her
The Spirit of the Border