| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: I had handled, it was slightly more than twenty by fifteen inches
in size, with curved mathematical designs in low relief. In thickness
it just exceeded three inches.
Crudely wedging it between myself
and the surface I was climbing, I fumbled with the fastener and
finally got the hook free. Lifting the cover, I shifted the heavy
object to my back, and let the hook catch hold of my collar. Hands
now free, I awkwardly clambered down to the dusty floor, and prepared
to inspect my prize.
Kneeling in the gritty dust, I swung the
case around and rested it in front of me. My hands shook, and
Shadow out of Time |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini: crassness of the methods by which the Privileged ranged themselves
for battle. They opposed brute force to reason and philosophy, and
battalions of foreign mercenaries to ideas. As if ideas were to be
impaled on bayonets!
The war between the Privileged and the Court on one side, and the
Assembly and the People on the other had begun.
The Third Estate contained itself, and waited; waited with the
patience of nature; waited a month whilst, with the paralysis of
business now complete, the skeleton hand of famine took a firmer
grip of Paris; waited a month whilst Privilege gradually assembled
an army in Versailles to intimidate it - an army of fifteen
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde: Conscience is the trade-name of the firm. That is all."
"I don't believe that, Harry, and I don't believe you do either.
However, whatever was my motive--and it may have been pride,
for I used to be very proud--I certainly struggled to the door.
There, of course, I stumbled against Lady Brandon. 'You are not
going to run away so soon, Mr. Hallward?' she screamed out.
You know her curiously shrill voice?"
"Yes; she is a peacock in everything but beauty," said Lord Henry,
pulling the daisy to bits with his long nervous fingers.
"I could not get rid of her. She brought me up to royalties,
and people with stars and garters, and elderly ladies with gigantic
The Picture of Dorian Gray |
