|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft:
vicious malevolence of a daemon. Opposite the base of Sentinel
Hill the tracks left the road, and there was a fresh bending and
matting visible along the broad swath marking the monster's former
route to and from the summit.
Armitage produced a pocket telescope
of considerable power and scanned the steep green side of the
hill. Then he handed the instrument to Morgan, whose sight was
keener. After a moment of gazing Morgan cried out sharply, passing
the glass to Earl Sawyer and indicating a certain spot on the
slope with his finger. Sawyer, as clumsy as most non-users of
optical devices are, fumbled a while; but eventually focused the
The Dunwich Horror
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Buttered Side Down by Edna Ferber:
"Some time," he said, deliberately, "when there's no ladies
around, I'll tell you what I think she looks like."
And the little glow of color in Miss Gussic Fink's smooth
cheek became a crimson flood that swept from brow to throat.
"Oh, well," snickered Miss Sweeney, to hide her own
discomfiture, "this is little Heiny's first New Year's Eve in the
dining-room. Honest, I b'lieve he's shocked. He don't realize
that celebratin' New Year's Eve is like eatin' oranges. You got to
let go your dignity t' really enjoy 'em."
Three times more did Henri enter and demand a bottle of the
famous vintage, and each time he seemed a shade less buoyant. His
Buttered Side Down
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Lover's Complaint by William Shakespeare:
The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard
Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend;
The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend
With objects manifold; each several stone,
With wit well blazon'd, smil'd, or made some moan.
'Lo! all these trophies of affections hot,
Of pensiv'd and subdued desires the tender,
Nature hath charg'd me that I hoard them not,
But yield them up where I myself must render,
That is, to you, my origin and ender:
For these, of force, must your oblations be,