| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Adieu by Honore de Balzac: the countess, who said nothing. When the various pieces of Bichette,
placed here and there upon the embers, were sufficiently broiled, each
man satisfied his hunger with the gluttony that disgusts us when we
see it in animals.
"This is the first time I ever saw thirty infantrymen on one horse,"
cried the grenadier who had shot the mare.
It was the only jest made that night which proved the national
character.
Soon the great number of these poor soldiers wrapped themselves in
what they could find and lay down on planks, or whatever would keep
them from contact with the snow, and slept, heedless of the morrow.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: if we could have known it was underground.
After that experience
West had dropped his researches for some time; but as the zeal
of the born scientist slowly returned, he again became importunate
with the college faculty, pleading for the use of the dissecting-room
and of fresh human specimens for the work he regarded as so overwhelmingly
important. His pleas, however, were wholly in vain; for the decision
of Dr. Halsey was inflexible, and the other professors all endorsed
the verdict of their leader. In the radical theory of reanimation
they saw nothing but the immature vagaries of a youthful enthusiast
whose slight form, yellow hair, spectacled blue eyes, and soft
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Reign of King Edward the Third by William Shakespeare: [Enter Artois with Phillip.]
See, see, Artois doth bring with him along
The late good counsel giver to my soul.
Welcome, Artois; and welcome, Phillip, too:
Who now of you or I have need to pray?
Now is the proverb verified in you,
'Too bright a morning breeds a louring day.'
[Sound Trumpets. Enter Audley.]
But say, what grim discouragement comes here!
Alas, what thousand armed men of France
Have writ that note of death in Audley's face?
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