| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: ff - ff - FATHER! FATHER! YOG-SOTHOTH!...'
But that was all.
The pallid group in the road, still reeling at the indisputably
English syllables that had poured thickly and thunderously down
from the frantic vacancy beside that shocking altar-stone, were
never to hear such syllables again. Instead, they jumped violently
at the terrific report which seemed to rend the hills; the deafening,
cataclysmic peal whose source, be it inner earth or sky, no hearer
was ever able to place. A single lightning bolt shot from the
purple zenith to the altar-stone, and a great tidal wave of viewless
force and indescribable stench swept down from the hill to all
The Dunwich Horror |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Alexander's Bridge by Willa Cather: what it would mean to die a hypocrite, and to lie dead
under the last abandonment of her tenderness.
But once in the light and air, he knew he should
live to tell her and to recover all he had lost.
Now, at last, he felt sure of himself.
He was not startled. It seemed to him
that he had been through something of
this sort before. There was nothing horrible
about it. This, too, was life, and life was
activity, just as it was in Boston or in London.
He was himself, and there was something
Alexander's Bridge |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Battle of the Books by Jonathan Swift: Turned round so quick, you scarce could see 't;
But slackened by some secret power,
Now hardly moves an inch an hour.
The jack and chimney near allied,
Had never left each other's side;
The chimney to a steeple grown,
The jack would not be left alone;
But up against the steeple reared,
Became a clock, and still adhered;
And still its love to household cares
By a shrill voice at noon declares,
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