| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: awed and bewildered. Existing biology would have to be wholly
revised, for this thing was no product of any cell growth science
knows about. There had been scarcely any mineral replacement,
and despite an age of perhaps forty million years, the internal
organs were wholly intact. The leathery, undeteriorative, and
almost indestructible quality was an inherent attribute of the
thing’s form of organization, and pertained to some paleogean
cycle of invertebrate evolution utterly beyond our powers of speculation.
At first all that Lake found was dry, but as the heated tent produced
its thawing effect, organic moisture of pungent and offensive
odor was encountered toward the thing’s uninjured side. It was
At the Mountains of Madness |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pericles by William Shakespeare: This world to me is like a lasting storm,
Whirring me from my friends.
DIONYZA.
How now, Marina! why do you keep alone?
How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have
A nurse of me. Lord, how your favour's changed
With this unprofitable woe!
Come, give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it.
Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there,
And it pierces and sharpens the stomach.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Ideal Husband by Oscar Wilde: LORD GORING. Oh, why will parents always appear at the wrong time?
Some extraordinary mistake in nature, I suppose. [Enter LORD
CAVERSHAM.] Delighted to see you, my dear father. [Goes to meet
him.]
LORD CAVERSHAM. Take my cloak off.
LORD GORING. Is it worth while, father?
LORD CAVERSHAM. Of course it is worth while, sir. Which is the most
comfortable chair?
LORD GORING. This one, father. It is the chair I use myself, when I
have visitors.
LORD CAVERSHAM. Thank ye. No draught, I hope, in this room?
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