|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Sharer by Joseph Conrad:
It was not my part to encourage sneering on board my ship.
It must be said, too, that I knew very little of my officers.
In consequence of certain events of no particular significance,
except to myself, I had been appointed to the command only a
fortnight before. Neither did I know much of the hands forward.
All these people had been together for eighteen months or so,
and my position was that of the only stranger on board.
I mention this because it has some bearing on what is to follow.
But what I felt most was my being a stranger to the ship;
and if all the truth must be told, I was somewhat of a stranger
to myself. The youngest man on board (barring the second mate),
The Secret Sharer
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Mansfield Park by Jane Austen:
Her eye fell everywhere on lawns and plantations of the
freshest green; and the trees, though not fully clothed,
were in that delightful state when farther beauty is known
to be at hand, and when, while much is actually given
to the sight, more yet remains for the imagination.
Her enjoyment, however, was for herself alone. Edmund could
not share it. She looked at him, but he was leaning back,
sunk in a deeper gloom than ever, and with eyes closed,
as if the view of cheerfulness oppressed him, and the
lovely scenes of home must be shut out.
It made her melancholy again; and the knowledge of what must
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft:
West was a materialist, believing in no soul and attributing
all the working of consciousness to bodily phenomena; consequently
he looked for no revelation of hideous secrets from gulfs and
caverns beyond death’s barrier. I did not wholly disagree with
him theoretically, yet held vague instinctive remnants of the
primitive faith of my forefathers; so that I could not help eyeing
the corpse with a certain amount of awe and terrible expectation.
Besides -- I could not extract from my memory that hideous, inhuman
shriek we heard on the night we tried our first experiment in
the deserted farmhouse at Arkham.
Herbert West: Reanimator