| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: of what he had found. The rest followed him, and looked curiously
at the immense carved door with the now familiar squid-dragon
bas-relief. It was, Johansen said, like a great barn-door; and
they all felt that it was a door because of the ornate lintel,
threshold, and jambs around it, though they could not decide whether
it lay flat like a trap-door or slantwise like an outside cellar-door.
As Wilcox would have said, the geometry of the place was all wrong.
One could not be sure that the sea and the ground were horizontal,
hence the relative position of everything else seemed phantasmally
variable.
Briden pushed at the stone in several places without
Call of Cthulhu |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herland by Charlotte Gilman: submissive or rebellious, she would have behind her the marriage
tradition of our general history. This tradition relates the woman
to the man. He goes on with his business, and she adapts herself to
him and to it. Even in citizenship, by some strange hocus-pocus,
that fact of birth and geography was waved aside, and the woman
automatically acquired the nationality of her husband.
Well--here were we, three aliens in this land of women. It
was small in area, and the external differences were not so great
as to astound us. We did not yet appreciate the differences between
the race-mind of this people and ours.
In the first place, they were a "pure stock" of two thousand
Herland |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare: Sicknesse is catching: O were fauor so,
Your words I catch, faire Hermia ere I go,
My eare should catch your voice, my eye, your eye,
My tongue should catch your tongues sweete melodie,
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
The rest Ile giue to be to you translated.
O teach me how you looke, and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius hart
Her. I frowne vpon him, yet he loues me still
Hel. O that your frownes would teach my smiles
such skil
A Midsummer Night's Dream |
