| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: the snow and ice at certain points, we made considerable use of
the small melting apparatus and sunk bores and performed dynamiting
at many places where no previous explorer had ever thought of
securing mineral specimens. The pre-Cambrian granites and beacon
sandstones thus obtained confirmed our belief that this plateau
was homogeneous, with the great bulk of the continent to the west,
but somewhat different from the parts lying eastward below South
America - which we then thought to form a separate and smaller
continent divided from the larger one by a frozen junction of
Ross and Weddell Seas, though Byrd has since disproved the hypothesis.
In certain of the sandstones, dynamited and chiseled after boring
At the Mountains of Madness |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Master and Man by Leo Tolstoy: And indeed, there on their left was that same barn with the
snow flying from it, and farther on the same line with the
frozen washing, shirts and trousers, which still fluttered
desperately in the wind.
Again they drove into the street and again it grew quiet, warm,
and cheerful, and again they could see the manure-stained
street and hear voices and songs and the barking of a dog. It
was already so dark that there were lights in some of the
windows.
Half-way through the village Vasili Andreevich turned the horse
towards a large double-fronted brick house and stopped at the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sanitary and Social Lectures by Charles Kingsley: as lofty and refined, and pious withal;--for it is she who speaks
to her handmaids the once so famous words:
Strangers and poor men all are sent from Zeus;
And alms, though small, are sweet.
Clear of intellect, prompt of action, modest of demeanour,
shrinking from the slightest breath of scandal; while she is not
ashamed, when Ulysses, bathed and dressed, looks himself again, to
whisper to her maidens her wish that the Gods might send her such
a spouse.--This is Nausicaa as Homer draws her; and as many a
scholar and poet since Homer has accepted her for the ideal of
noble maidenhood. I ask my readers to study for themselves her
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