|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from La Grenadiere by Honore de Balzac:
broad hem, the two ends passed carelessly through her waistband. The
instinct of dress showed itself in that she was daintily shod, and
gray silk stockings carried out the suggestion of mourning in this
unvarying costume. Lastly, she always wore a bonnet after the English
fashion, always of the same shape and the same gray material, and a
black veil. Her health apparently was extremely weak; she looked very
ill. On fine evenings she would take her only walk, down to the bridge
of Tours, bringing the two children with her to breathe the fresh,
cool air along the Loire, and to watch the sunset effects on a
landscape as wide as the Bay of Naples or the Lake of Geneva.
During the whole time of her stay at La Grenadiere she went but twice
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft:
old dreamer; but he looked behind him in horror and shuddered
when he saw that there were other monstrous heads silhouetted
above the level of the peaks, bobbing along stealthily after the
first one. And straight in the rear were three of the mighty mountain
shapes seen full against the southern stars, tiptoeing wolflike
and lumberingly, their tall mitres nodding thousands of feet in
the aft. The carven mountains, then, had not stayed squatting
in that rigid semicircle north of Inquanok, with right hands uplifted.
They had duties to perform, and were not remiss. But it was horrible
that they never spoke, and never even made a sound in walking.
Meanwhile the ghoul that was Pickman had glibbered an order
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Droll Stories, V. 1 by Honore de Balzac:
would meet, hungry one for the other, after some accidental
abstinence. This meeting took place very soon, and the curious
hunchback saw the boatman waiting below the square, at the Canal St.
Antoine, for the young priest, who was handsome, blonde, slender, and
well-shaped, like the gallant and cowardly hero of love, so celebrated
by Monsieur Ariosto. Then the mechanician went to find the old dyer,
who always loved his wife and always believed himself the only man who
had a finger in her pie.
"Ah!, good evening, old friend," said Carandas to Taschereau; and
Taschereau made him a bow.
Then the mechanician relates to him all the secret festivals of love,
Droll Stories, V. 1