| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: his master's folly, until his deep and heavy breathing warned him
that he might retire. Locking his desk, and replacing it within
the trunk (but not before he had taken from a secret lining two
printed handbills), he cautiously withdrew; looking back, as he
went, at the pale face of the slumbering man, above whose head the
dusty plumes that crowned the Maypole couch, waved drearily and
sadly as though it were a bier.
Stopping on the staircase to listen that all was quiet, and to take
off his shoes lest his footsteps should alarm any light sleeper who
might be near at hand, he descended to the ground floor, and thrust
one of his bills beneath the great door of the house. That done,
Barnaby Rudge |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: removing the blind paper trail we had left), and once in a while
striking the bottom of an open shaft through which daylight poured
or trickled down - we were repeatedly tantalized by the sculptured
walls along our route. Many must have told tales of immense historical
importance, and only the prospect of later visits reconciled us
to the need of passing them by. As it was, we slowed down once
in a while and turned on our second torch. If we had had more
films, we would certainly have paused briefly to photograph certain
bas-reliefs, but time-consuming hand-copying was clearly out of
the question.
I come now once more to a place where the temptation
At the Mountains of Madness |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Happy Prince and Other Tales by Oscar Wilde: "but I shall weep if I choose"; and he actually burst into real
tears, which flowed down his stick like rain-drops, and nearly
drowned two little beetles, who were just thinking of setting up
house together, and were looking for a nice dry spot to live in.
"He must have a truly romantic nature," said the Catherine Wheel,
"for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about"; and she
heaved a deep sigh, and thought about the deal box.
But the Roman Candle and the Bengal Light were quite indignant, and
kept saying, "Humbug! humbug!" at the top of their voices. They
were extremely practical, and whenever they objected to anything
they called it humbug.
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