| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad: mixed up in the Carlist intrigue. Don't you know that your sister
can get him shut up any day or get him expelled by the police?"
Therese sighed deeply and put on a look of pained virtue.
"Oh, the hardness of her heart. She tried to be tender with me.
She is awful. I said to her, 'Rita, have you sold your soul to the
Devil?' and she shouted like a fiend: 'For happiness! Ha, ha,
ha!' She threw herself backwards on that couch in your room and
laughed and laughed and laughed as if I had been tickling her, and
she drummed on the floor with the heels of her shoes. She is
possessed. Oh, my dear innocent young Monsieur, you have never
seen anything like that. That wicked girl who serves her rushed in
The Arrow of Gold |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from God The Invisible King by H. G. Wells: this apparent compromise between our faith and the current religion.
Firstly, we do not presume to theorise about the nature of the
veiled being nor about that being's relations to God and to Life.
We do not recognise any consistent sympathetic possibilities between
these outer beings and our God. Our God is, we feel, like
Prometheus, a rebel. He is unfilial. And the accepted figure of
Jesus, instinct with meek submission, is not in the tone of our
worship. It is not by suffering that God conquers death, but by
fighting. Incidentally our God dies a million deaths, but the thing
that matters is not the deaths but the immortality. It may be he
cannot escape in this person or that person being nailed to a cross
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: to the elbow, and the ape dropped, chattering, to the floor and ran
from the cellar.
"O God of Cathay!" he cried, "by what death shall these die--
these miserable ones who would bind thine Empire, which is boundless!"
Like some priest of Tezcat he stood, his eyes upraised to the roof,
his lean body quivering--a sight to shock the most unimpressionable mind.
"He is mad!" I whispered to Smith. "God help us, the man
is a dangerous homicidal maniac!"
Nayland Smith's tanned face was very drawn, but he shook his head grimly.
"Dangerous, yes, I agree," he muttered; "his existence is a danger
to the entire white race which, now, we are powerless to avert."
The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu |
