| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: and with a childish habit of rubbing his hands and nodding his head
prodigiously when pleased at anything. He stood out at the kraals in the
blazing sun, explaining to two Kaffer boys the approaching end of the
world. The boys, as they cut the cakes of dung, winked at each other, and
worked as slowly as they possibly could; but the German never saw it.
Away, beyond the kopje, Waldo his son herded the ewes and lambs--a small
and dusty herd--powdered all over from head to foot with red sand, wearing
a ragged coat and shoes of undressed leather, through whose holes the toes
looked out. His hat was too large, and had sunk down to his eyes,
concealing completely the silky black curls. It was a curious small
figure. His flock gave him little trouble. It was too hot for them to
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: which had come to them from their immemorial meeting-place in
the haunted wood. But of those mysterious allies no coherent account
could ever be gained. What the police did extract, came mainly
from the immensely aged mestizo named Castro, who claimed to have
sailed to strange ports and talked with undying leaders of the
cult in the mountains of China.
Old Castro remembered bits of
hideous legend that paled the speculations of theosophists and
made man and the world seem recent and transient indeed. There
had been aeons when other Things ruled on the earth, and They
had had great cities. Remains of Them, he said the deathless Chinamen
Call of Cthulhu |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Human Drift by Jack London: infinitesimal fraction of time I am trying to hold the four
animals with my left hand, while my whip-lash, writhing through
the air, is coming back to me. Three simultaneous things I must
do: keep hold of the four reins with my left hand; slam on the
brake with my foot; and on the rebound catch that flying lash in
the hollow of my right arm and get the bight of it safely into my
right hand. Then I must get two of the four lines back into my
right hand and keep the horses from running away or going over the
grade. Try it some time. You will find life anything but
wearisome. Why, the first time I hit the mark and made the lash
go off like a revolver shot, I was so astounded and delighted that
|
