| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: - a terror, of course, abetted by the fact that my disturbing
dreams and pseudo-memories still beset me with unabated force.
It was on Monday, June 3rd, that we saw the first of the half-buried
blocks. I cannot describe the emotions with which I actually touched
- in objective reality - a fragment of Cyclopean masonry in every
respect like the blocks in the walls of my dream-buildings. There
was a distinct trace of carving - and my hands trembled as I recognised
part of a curvilinear decorative scheme made hellish to me through
years of tormenting nightmare and baffling research.
A month
of digging brought a total of some 1250 blocks in varying stages
Shadow out of Time |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Droll Stories, V. 1 by Honore de Balzac: cast. As soon as his plans were arranged and perfect, one rainy day
the said lord of Valennes by a mere chance came into the hovel of the
two spinners, and in order to dry himself sent for some fagots to
Plessis, close by. While waiting for them, he sat on a stool between
the two poor women. By means of the grey shadows and half light of the
cabin, he saw the sweet countenance of the maid of Thilouse; her arms
were red and firm, her breasts hard as bastions, which kept the cold
from her heart, her waist round as a young oak and all fresh and clean
and pretty, like the first frost, green and tender as an April bud; in
fact, she resembled all that is prettiest in the world. She had eyes
of a modest and virtuous blue, with a look more coy than that of the
Droll Stories, V. 1 |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Massimilla Doni by Honore de Balzac: Like every Italian woman who is in love, the Duchess kept her eyes
fixed on Emilio; for in that land a woman is so wholly wrapped up in
her lover that it is difficult to detect an expressive glance directed
at anybody else.
"Caro," said the Prince to his friend, "remember I slept at your house
last night."
"Have you triumphed?" said Vendramin, putting his arm round Emilio's
waist.
"No; but I hope I may some day be happy with Massimilla."
"Well," replied Marco, "then you will be the most envied man on earth.
The Duchess is the most perfect woman in Italy. To me, seeing things
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