| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Democracy In America, Volume 1 by Alexis de Toqueville: officers. It is easy to perceive that the American democracy
frequently errs in the choice of the individuals to whom it
entrusts the power of the administration; but it is more
difficult to say why the State prospers under their rule. In the
first place it is to be remarked, that if in a democratic State
the governors have less honesty and less capacity than elsewhere,
the governed, on the other hand, are more enlightened and more
attentive to their interests. As the people in democracies is
more incessantly vigilant in its affairs and more jealous of its
rights, it prevents its representatives from abandoning that
general line of conduct which its own interest prescribes. In
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: century Breton Architecture which flaunts its stuccoed front amidst
the lovely olonial houses on the ancient hill, and under the very
shadow of the finest Georgian steeple in America, I found him
at work in his rooms, and at once conceded from the specimens
scattered about that his genius is indeed profound and authentic.
He will, I believe, some time be heard from as one of the great
decadents; for he has crystallised in clay and will one day mirror
in marble those nightmares and phantasies which Arthur Machen
evokes in prose, and Clark Ashton Smith makes visible in verse
and in painting.
Dark, frail, and somewhat unkempt in aspect,
Call of Cthulhu |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare: thy grave.
CURTIS.
By this reckoning he is more shrew than she.
GRUMIO.
Ay; and that thou and the proudest of you all shall find
when he comes home. But what talk I of this? Call forth
Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the
rest; let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brush'd
and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curtsy with
their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my master's
horse-tail till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?
The Taming of the Shrew |
