| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Herodias by Gustave Flaubert: Jews and the Arabs. Herodias had already accused him of cowardice. He
spoke only of the Romans, and complained that Vitellius had not
confided to him any of his military projects. He said he supposed the
proconsul was the friend of Caligula, who often visited Agrippa; and
expressed a surmise that he himself might be exiled, or that perhaps
his throat would be cut.
Herodias, who now treated him with a kind of disdainful indulgence,
tried to reassure him. At last she took from a small casket a curious
medallion, ornamented with a profile of Tiberius. The sight of it, she
said, as she gave it to Antipas, would make the lictors turn pale and
silence all accusing voices.
Herodias |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Aeneid by Virgil: Soon leaves the taken works and mounted walls,
Greedy of war where greater glory calls.
He springs to fight, exulting in his force
His jointed armor rattles in the course.
Like Eryx, or like Athos, great he shows,
Or Father Apennine, when, white with snows,
His head divine obscure in clouds he hides,
And shakes the sounding forest on his sides.
The nations, overaw'd, surcease the fight;
Immovable their bodies, fix'd their sight.
Ev'n death stands still; nor from above they throw
Aeneid |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: the whippoorwills so laoud in Col' Spring Glen he couldn't sleep
nun. Then he thought he heered another faint-like saound over
towards Wizard Whateley's - a kinder rippin' or tearin' o' wood,
like some big box er crate was bein' opened fur off. What with
this an' that, he didn't git to sleep at all till sunup, an' no
sooner was he up this mornin', but he's got to go over to Whateley's
an' see what's the matter. He see enough I tell ye, Mis' Corey!
This dun't mean no good, an' I think as all the men-folks ought
to git up a party an' do suthin'. I know suthin' awful's abaout,
an' feel my time is nigh, though only Gawd knows jest what it
is.
The Dunwich Horror |
