| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lesser Bourgeoisie by Honore de Balzac: construction, explained, perhaps, by the lady's Hungarian nationality
--always that of the hussar. A few bronzes and statuettes of exquisite
selection, chairs rolling softly on Persian carpets, and a perfect
anarchy of stuffs of all kinds completed the arrangement of this
salon, which the lawyer had once before visited with Brigitte and
Thuillier before the countess moved into it. It was so transformed
that it seemed to him unrecognizable. With a little more knowledge of
the world la Peyrade would have been less surprised at the marvellous
care given by the countess to the decoration of the room. A woman's
salon is her kingdom, and her absolute domain; there, in the fullest
sense of the word, she reigns, she governs; there she offers battle,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: this labyrinth of primordial stone?
Words can convey only fractionally
the welter of dread and bewilderment which ate at my spirit. I
knew this place. I knew what lay before me, and what had lain
overhead before the myriad towering stories had fallen to dust
and debris and the desert. No need now, I thought with a shudder,
to keep that faint blur of moonlight in view.
I was torn betwixt
a longing to flee and a feverish mixture of burning curiosity
and driving fatality. What had happened to this monstrous megalopolis
of old in the millions of years since the time of my dreams? Of
Shadow out of Time |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald: paled to a livid bronze ... Axia's beseeching voice floated down
the shaft. Those feet ... those feet...
As they settled to the lower floor the feet came into view in the
sickly electric light of the paved hall.
IN THE ALLEY
Down the long street came the moon, and Amory turned his back on
it and walked. Ten, fifteen steps away sounded the footsteps.
They were like a slow dripping, with just the slightest
insistence in their fall. Amory's shadow lay, perhaps, ten feet
ahead of him, and soft shoes was presumably that far behind. With
the instinct of a child Amory edged in under the blue darkness of
This Side of Paradise |
