| 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: cordial and communicative; and told much of the secret lore known
to cats on the seaward slopes of Ooth-Nargai. Best of all, he
repeated several things told him furtively by the timid waterfront
cats of Celephais about the men of Inquanok, on whose dark ships
no cat will go.
It seems that these men have an aura not of
earth about them, though that is not the reason why no cat will
sail on their ships. The reason for this is that Inquanok holds
shadows which no cat can endure, so that in all that cold twilight
realm there is never a cheering purr or a homely mew. Whether
it be because of things wafted over the impassable peaks from
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: granite of various sizes were ingeniously laid together
without mortar to construct these ancient foundations.
The first time around the walls Tarzan thought he detected
a strange phenomenon for a room with no windows but a
single door. Again he crept carefully around close to
the wall. No, he could not be mistaken! He paused before
the center of the wall opposite the door. For a moment he
stood quite motionless, then he moved a few feet to one side.
Again he returned, only to move a few feet to the other side.
Once more he made the entire circuit of the room, feeling
carefully every foot of the walls. Finally he stopped again
The Return of Tarzan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Amazing Interlude by Mary Roberts Rinehart: gathered that he did not care to use the telephone during business hours.
"I just wanted to tell you that you need not bother about me any more,"
she said. "I am being sent over and I think everything is all right."
He was greatly relieved. Mrs. Travers had not fully indorsed his
encomiums of the girl. She had felt that no really nice girl would
travel so far on so precarious an errand, particularly when she was
alone. And how could one tell, coming from America, how her sympathies
really lay? She might be of German parentage - the very worst sort,
because they spoke American. It was easy enough to change a name.
Nevertheless, Mr. Travers felt a trifle low in his mind when he hung up
the receiver. He said twice to himself: "Twenty pounds!" And at last
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