| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola: her bosom. The little room was littered with the drawing-room
furniture, which the workmen had been compelled to roll in there,
and it was full of a motley assemblage of round tables, sofas and
armchairs, with their legs in air for the most part. Nana was quite
ready when her dress caught on a castor and tore upward. At this
she swore furiously; such things only happened to her! Ragingly she
took off her dress, a very simple affair of white foulard, of so
thin and supple a texture that it clung about her like a long shift.
But she put it on again directly, for she could not find another to
her taste, and with tears in her eyes declared that she was dressed
like a ragpicker. Daguenet and Georges had to patch up the rent
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: thousand other forms. Farewell, Randolph Carter, and beware; for
I am Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos."
And Randolph Carter,
gasping and dizzy on his hideous Shantak, shot screamingly into
space toward the cold blue glare of boreal Vega; looking but once
behind him at the clustered and chaotic turrets of the onyx nightmare
wherein still glowed the lone lurid light of that window above
the air and the clouds of earth's dreamland. Great polypous horrors
slid darkly past, and unseen bat wings beat multitudinous around
him, but still he clung to the unwholesome mane of that loathly
and hippocephalic scaled bird. The stars danced mockingly, almost
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: her his daughter) was injuring her cause by importuning him
(IMPORTUNING! once a year, the wretch!); that as Victorine's
mother had nothing when he married her, Victorine ought not to
expect anything from him; in fact, he said the most cruel things,
that made the poor child burst out crying. The little thing threw
herself at her father's feet and spoke up bravely; she said that
she only persevered in her visits for her mother's sake; that she
would obey him without a murmur, but that she begged him to read
her poor dead mother's farewell letter. She took it up and gave
it to him, saying the most beautiful things in the world, most
beautifully expressed; I do not know where she learned them; God
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