| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: that they could have glorified no suitable or wholesome gods,
and in the symmetries of the broken columns there seemed to be
some dark and inner meaning which did not invite solution. And
what the structure and proportions of the olden worshippers could
have been, Carter steadily refused to conjecture.
When the ship
rounded the edge, and sailed over those lands unseen by man, there
appeared in the queer landscape certain signs of life, and Carter
saw many low, broad, round cottages in fields of grotesque whitish
fungi. He noticed that these cottages had no windows, and thought
that their shape suggested the huts of Esquimaux. Then he glimpsed
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sarrasine by Honore de Balzac: souls; they fairly sparkle; each feature gleams with intelligence;
each possesses a brilliancy of its own, especially in the light. Their
captivating eyes attract or repel, speak or are silent; their gait is
artlessly seductive; their voices unfold the melodious treasures of
the most coquettishly sweet and tender tones. Praise of their beauty,
based upon comparisons, flatters the most sensitive self-esteem. A
movement of their eyebrows, the slightest play of the eye, the curling
of the lip, instils a sort of terror in those whose lives and
happiness depend upon their favor. A maiden inexperienced in love and
easily moved by words may allow herself to be seduced; but in dealing
with women of this sort, a man must be able, like M. de Jaucourt, to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Elixir of Life by Honore de Balzac: marble statue which the sculptor had condemned to remain
stretched out for ever, the wide eyes had come to have a ghastly
fixity.
He was dead, and in death he lost his last and sole illusion.
He had sought a shelter in his son's heart, and it had proved to
be a sepulchre, a pit deeper than men dig for their dead. The
hair on his head had risen and stiffened with horror, his
agonized glance still spoke. He was a father rising in just anger
from his tomb, to demand vengeance at the throne of God.
"There! it is all over with the old man!" cried Don Juan.
He had been so interested in holding the mysterious phial to the
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