| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: order to allow time for the consternation which this announcement
produced in his auditor to evaporate. After which he again walked
up to Gluck and stood still, as if expecting some comment on his
communication.
Gluck determined to say something at all events. "I hope your
Majesty is very well," said Gluck.
"Listen!" said the little man, deigning no reply to this
polite inquiry. "I am the king of what you mortals call the Golden
River. The shape you saw me in was owing to the malice of a
stronger king, from whose enchantments you have this instant freed
me. What I have seen of you and your conduct to your wicked
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: words coming more slowly than before.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Be-cause they are ag-g-g--gr-gr-r-r-"
He gave a sort of gurgle and stopped short, waving his hands
frantically until suddenly he became motionless, with one arm in the
air and the other held stiffly before him with all the copper fingers
of the hand spread out like a fan.
"Dear me!" said Dorothy, in a frightened tone. "What can the matter be?"
"He's run down, I suppose," said the hen, calmly. "You couldn't have
wound him up very tight."
"I didn't know how much to wind him," replied the girl; "but I'll try
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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: advance another inch toward the scene of unholy worship, so Inspector
Legrasse and his nineteen colleagues plunged on unguided into
black arcades of horror that none of them had ever trod before.
The region now entered by the police was one of traditionally
evil repute, substantially unknown and untraversed by white men.
There were legends of a hidden lake unglimpsed by mortal sight,
in which dwelt a huge, formless white polypous thing with luminous
eyes; and squatters whispered that bat-winged devils flew up out
of caverns in inner earth to worship it at midnight. They said
it had been there before d'Iberville, before La Salle, before
the Indians, and before even the wholesome beasts and birds of
Call of Cthulhu |
