| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: 'Oh, nothing,' returned the other: 'only I once met a person
called M'Guire.'
'So did I!' cried Somerset. 'Is there anything about him?'
Challoner read as follows: 'MYSTERIOUS DEATH IN STEPNEY. An
inquest was held yesterday on the body of Patrick M'Guire,
described as a carpenter. Doctor Dovering stated that he had
for some time treated the deceased as a dispensary patient,
for sleeplessness, loss of appetite, and nervous depression.
There was no cause of death to be found. He would say the
deceased had sunk. Deceased was not a temperate man, which
doubtless accelerated death. Deceased complained of dumb
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen: wine was, and what do you think she said? 'About a thousand
years, I believe.' Lord Argentine thought she was chaffing him,
you know, but when he laughed she said she was speaking quite
seriously and offered to show him the jar. Of course, he
couldn't say anything more after that; but it seems rather
antiquated for a beverage, doesn't it? Why, here we are at my
rooms. Come in, won't you?"
"Thanks, I think I will. I haven't seen the
curiosity-shop for a while."
It was a room furnished richly, yet oddly, where every
jar and bookcase and table, and every rug and jar and ornament
The Great God Pan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Hamlet by William Shakespeare: That growes to Seed: Things rank, and grosse in Nature
Possesse it meerely. That it should come to this:
But two months dead: Nay, not so much; not two,
So excellent a King, that was to this
Hiperion to a Satyre: so louing to my Mother,
That he might not beteene the windes of heauen
Visit her face too roughly. Heauen and Earth
Must I remember: why she would hang on him,
As if encrease of Appetite had growne
By what is fed on; and yet within a month?
Let me not thinke on't: Frailty, thy name is woman.
Hamlet |
