|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft:
there was only a venomous seething astern; where - God in heaven!
- the scattered plasticity of that nameless sky-spawn was nebulously
recombining in its hateful original form, whilst its distance
widened every second as the Alert gained impetus from its mounting
That was all. After that Johansen only brooded over the
idol in the cabin and attended to a few matters of food for himself
and the laughing maniac by his side. He did not try to navigate
after the first bold flight, for the reaction had taken something
out of his soul. Then came the storm of April 2nd, and a gathering
of the clouds about his consciousness. There is a sense of spectral
Call of Cthulhu
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Devil's Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce:
OFFENSIVE, adj. Generating disagreeable emotions or sensations, as
the advance of an army against its enemy.
"Were the enemy's tactics offensive?" the king asked. "I should
say so!" replied the unsuccessful general. "The blackguard wouldn't
come out of his works!"
OLD, adj. In that stage of usefulness which is not inconsistent with
general inefficiency, as an _old man_. Discredited by lapse of time
and offensive to the popular taste, as an _old_ book.
"Old books? The devil take them!" Goby said.
"Fresh every day must be my books and bread."
Nature herself approves the Goby rule
The Devil's Dictionary
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]:
to be in the mood for doing his best, Patrick would still have a full
half-hour to wait. At last the donkey-cart drew up at the Kirks' door and two
happy old people welcomed three happy little people into their comfortable
little home. It would take another book, the size of this one, to tell you all
the doings of that August day. First they went into the house and laid their
wraps on the white coverlid of the great high feather-bed in the little spare
room, and then Mrs. Kirk sat them down to three little blue bowls of
bread-and-milk, remarking, "shure you must be after being hungry from your
long drive," and the children ate it with far more relish than home
bread-and-milk was ever eaten.
"Now I'm doubting"" said Patrick, standing with his back to the cooking-stove