|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft:
slope with his finger. Sawyer, as clumsy as most non-users of
optical devices are, fumbled a while; but eventually focused the
lenses with Armitage's aid. When he did so his cry was less restrained
than Morgan's had been.
'Gawd almighty, the grass an' bushes
is a'movin'! It's a-goin' up - slow-like - creepin' - up ter the
top this minute, heaven only knows what fur!'
Then the germ
of panic seemed to spread among the seekers. It was one thing
to chase the nameless entity, but quite another to find it. Spells
might be all right - but suppose they weren't? Voices began questioning
The Dunwich Horror
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Taras Bulba and Other Tales by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol:
corners of a strange room were dimly visible before him. At length he
perceived that Tovkatch was seated beside him, apparently listening to
his every breath.
"Yes," thought Tovkatch, "you might have slept forever." But he said
nothing, only shook his finger, and motioned him to be silent.
"But tell me where I am now?" asked Taras, straining his mind, and
trying to recollect what had taken place.
"Be silent!" cried his companion sternly. "Why should you want to
know? Don't you see that you are all hacked to pieces? Here I have
been galloping with you for two weeks without taking a breath; and you
have been burnt up with fever and talking nonsense. This is the first
Taras Bulba and Other Tales
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from American Notes by Rudyard Kipling:
hearts! When I had got over the surprise of doing business with
and trying to give orders to a young woman of coldly, clerkly
aspect intrenched behind gold-rimmed spectacles, I made inquiries
concerning the pleasures of this independence. They liked
it--indeed they did. 'Twas the natural fate of almost all
girls--the recognized custom in America--and I was a barbarian
not to see it in that light.
"Well, and after?" said I. "What happens?"
"We work for our bread."
"And then what do you expect?"
"Then we shall work for our bread."