| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare
notes. As it was, lacking their original letters, I half suspected
the compiler of having asked leading questions, or of having edited
the correspondence in corroboration of what he had latently resolved
to see. That is why I continued to feel that Wilcox, somehow cognizant
of the old data which my uncle had possessed, had been imposing
on the veteran scientist. These responses from esthetes told disturbing
tale. From February 28 to April 2 a large proportion of them had
dreamed very bizarre things, the intensity of the dreams being
immeasurably the stronger during the period of the sculptor's
delirium. Over a fourth of those who reported anything, reported
Call of Cthulhu |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Several Works by Edgar Allan Poe: Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: walls who are determined to defend that pass to the last, and
before whom many lives must fall if your adherents persevere. Have
a care what you do.'
'And my Lord George,' said the other gentleman, addressing him in
like manner, 'I desire them to hear this, from me--Colonel Gordon--
your near relation. If a man among this crowd, whose uproar
strikes us deaf, crosses the threshold of the House of Commons, I
swear to run my sword that moment--not into his, but into your
body!'
With that, they stepped back again, keeping their faces towards the
crowd; took each an arm of the misguided nobleman; drew him into
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