| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: the countryfolk seemed to have died - but poor Lavinia Whateley,
the twisted albino, was never seen again.
In the summer of 1927
Wilbur repaired two sheds in the farmyard and began moving his
books and effects out to them. Soon afterwards Earl Sawyer told
the loungers at Osborn's that more carpentry was going on in the
Whateley farmhouse. Wilbur was closing all the doors and windows
on the ground floor, and seemed to be taking out partitions as
he and his grandfather had done upstairs four years before. He
was living in one of the sheds, and Sawyer thought he seemed unusually
worried and tremulous. People generally suspected him of knowing
The Dunwich Horror |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen: and in the well reposed a large manuscript volume, in which he
had painfully entered he gems of his collection. Clarke had a
fine contempt for published literature; the most ghostly story
ceased to interest him if it happened to be printed; his sole
pleasure was in the reading, compiling, and rearranging what he
called his "Memoirs to prove the Existence of the Devil," and
engaged in this pursuit the evening seemed to fly and the night
appeared too short.
On one particular evening, an ugly December night,
black with fog, and raw with frost, Clarke hurried over his
dinner, and scarcely deigned to observe his customary ritual of
The Great God Pan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: rooms at their disposal, and the brave Army of twenty-seven was easily
provided for and liberally feasted.
The Cowardly Lion and the Hungry Tiger were unharnessed from the
chariot and allowed to roam at will throughout the palace, where they
nearly frightened the servants into fits, although they did no harm at
all. At one time Dorothy found the little maid Nanda crouching in
terror in a corner, with the Hungry Tiger standing before her.
"You certainly look delicious," the beast was saying. "Will you
kindly give me permission to eat you?"
"No, no, no!" cried the maid in reply.
"Then," said the Tiger, yawning frightfully, "please to get me about
Ozma of Oz |
