| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: horror of 1928 suggested the most valid of reasons.
The next
January gossips were mildly interested in the fact that 'Lavinny's
black brat' had commenced to talk, and at the age of only eleven
months. His speech was somewhat remarkable both because of its
difference from the ordinary accents of the region, and because
it displayed a freedom from infantile lisping of which many children
of three or four might well be proud. The boy was not talkative,
yet when he spoke he seemed to reflect some elusive element wholly
unpossessed by Dunwich and its denizens. The strangeness did not
reside in what he said, or even in the simple idioms he used;
The Dunwich Horror |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Out of Time's Abyss by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Bradley's ingenuity had come up against a stone wall.
There seemed no possibility of escape. He looked about him.
They were in a small room where lay a litter of rubbish--torn
bits of cloth, old hides, pieces of fiber rope. In the center
of the room was a cylindrical shaft with an opening in its face.
Bradley knew it for what it was. Here the arch-fiend dragged his
victims and cast their bodies into the river of death far below.
The floor about the opening in the shaft and the sides of the
shaft were clotted thick with a dried, dark brown substance that
the Englishman knew had once been blood. The place had the
appearance of having been a veritable shambles. An odor of
Out of Time's Abyss |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Snow Image by Nathaniel Hawthorne: was gazing at it, melted quite away upon the hearth-rug.
"And there you see all that is left of it!" added she, pointing
to a pool of water in front of the stove.
"Yes, father," said Violet looking reproachfully at him, through
her tears, "there is all that is left of our dear little
snow-sister!"
"Naughty father!" cried Peony, stamping his foot, and--I shudder
to say--shaking his little fist at the common-sensible man. "We
told you how it would be! What for did you bring her in?"
And the Heidenberg stove, through the isinglass of its door,
seemed to glare at good Mr. Lindsey, like a red-eyed demon,
The Snow Image |
