|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft:
others - marred by the loss of two dogs in an upset when crossing
one of the great pressure ridges in the ice - had brought up more
and more of the Archaean slate; and even I was interested by the
singular profusion of evident fossil markings in that unbelievably
ancient stratum. These markings, however, were of very primitive
life forms involving no great paradox except that any life forms
should occur in rock as definitely pre-Cambrian as this seemed
to be; hence I still failed to see the good sense of Lakeís demand
for an interlude in our time-saving program - an interlude requiring
the use of all four planes, many men, and the whole of the expeditionís
mechanical apparatus. I did not, in the end, veto the plan, though
At the Mountains of Madness
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Simple Soul by Gustave Flaubert:
In August, his father took him on a coasting-vessel.
It was vacation time and the arrival of the children consoled
Felicite. But Paul was capricious, and Virginia was growing too old to
be thee-and-thou'd, a fact which seemed to produce a sort of
embarrassment in their relations.
Victor went successively to Morlaix, to Dunkirk, and to Brighton;
whenever he returned from a trip he would bring her a present. The
first time it was a box of shells; the second, a coffee-cup; the
third, a big doll of ginger-bread. He was growing handsome, had a good
figure, a tiny moustache, kind eyes, and a little leather cap that sat
jauntily on the back of his head. He amused his aunt by telling her
A Simple Soul
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte:
and wish Miss Catherine welcome, like the other servants.'
Cathy, catching a glimpse of her friend in his concealment, flew to
embrace him; she bestowed seven or eight kisses on his cheek within
the second, and then stopped, and drawing back, burst into a laugh,
exclaiming, 'Why, how very black and cross you look! and how - how
funny and grim! But that's because I'm used to Edgar and Isabella
Linton. Well, Heathcliff, have you forgotten me?'
She had some reason to put the question, for shame and pride threw
double gloom over his countenance, and kept him immovable.
'Shake hands, Heathcliff,' said Mr. Earnshaw, condescendingly;
'once in a way, that is permitted.'