| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
For every drop of blood was drawn from him
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night.
And that hereafter ages may behold
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
Within their chiefest temple I 'll erect
A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd;
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans,
The treacherous manner of his mournful death
And what a terror he had been to France.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Heroes by Charles Kingsley: doubt, with dreams and fables, and yet true and right at
heart. So we will honour these old Argonauts, and listen to
their story as it stands; and we will try to be like them,
each of us in our place; for each of us has a Golden Fleece
to seek, and a wild sea to sail over ere we reach it, and
dragons to fight ere it be ours.
And what was that first Golden Fleece? I do not know, nor
care. The old Hellens said that it hung in Colchis, which we
call the Circassian coast, nailed to a beech-tree in the war-
God's wood; and that it was the fleece of the wondrous ram
who bore Phrixus and Helle across the Euxine sea. For
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: in Western Europe. The cuttings largely alluded to outré mental
illness and outbreaks of group folly or mania in the spring of
1925.
The first half of the principal manuscript told a very
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
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