| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from She Stoops to Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith: father's as an inn, be you?
TONY. Mum, you fool you. Let THEM find that out. (To them.) You
have only to keep on straight forward, till you come to a large old
house by the road side. You'll see a pair of large horns over the
door. That's the sign. Drive up the yard, and call stoutly about you.
HASTINGS. Sir, we are obliged to you. The servants can't miss the
way?
TONY. No, no: but I tell you, though, the landlord is rich, and going
to leave off business; so he wants to be thought a gentleman, saving
your presence, he! he! he! He'll be for giving you his company; and,
ecod, if you mind him, he'll persuade you that his mother was an
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: particular tale. It appears that on March 1st, 1925, a thin, dark
young man of neurotic and excited aspect had called upon Professor
Angell bearing the singular clay bas-relief, which was then exceedingly
damp and fresh. His card bore the name of Henry Anthony Wilcox,
and my uncle had recognized him as the youngest son of an excellent
family slightly known to him, who had latterly been studying sculpture
at the Rhode Island School of Design and living alone at the Fleur-de-Lys
Building near that institution. Wilcox was a precocious youth
of known genius but great eccentricity, and had from chidhood
excited attention through the strange stories and odd dreams he
was in the habit of relating. He called himself "psychically hypersensitive",
Call of Cthulhu |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare: Dries up his oil to lend the world his light. 756
'What is thy body but a swallowing grave,
Seeming to bury that posterity
Which by the rights of time thou needs must have,
If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity? 760
If so, the world will hold thee in disdain,
Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain.
'So in thyself thyself art made away;
A mischief worse than civil home-bred strife, 764
Or theirs whose desperate hands themselves do slay,
Or butcher-sire that reeves his son of life.
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