| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The First Men In The Moon by H. G. Wells: a habit, and it disorganises my day. I've walked past here for years -
years. No doubt I've hummed. ... You've made all that impossible! "
I suggested he might try some other direction.
" No. There is no other direction. This is the only one. I've inquired.
And now - every afternoon at four - I come to a dead wall."
"But, my dear sir, if the thing is so important to you.."
"It's vital. You see, I'm - I'm an investigator - I am engaged in a
scientific research. I live -" he paused and seemed to think. "Just over
there," he said, and pointed suddenly dangerously near my eye. "The house
with white chimneys you see just over the trees. And my circumstances are
abnormal - abnormal. I am on the point of completing one of the most
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: and here, his chair tipped back against the wall and a glass of
whisky in front of him, sat a sufficiently strange specimen of
humanity. He was a man of about fifty years, large boned and
gaunt. Dressed in fringed buckskin trousers and a silver-laced
Mexican sombrero, he affected the long hair, the sweeping
mustache, and the ferocious aspect that are the custom of the
pseudo-Westerners who do business in the East with fake medical
remedies. Around his waist was a belt garnished with knives by
the dozen. These were long and pointed, sharpened to a razor
edge. One of them was in his hand poised for a throw at the
instant Bucky mounted the chair and looked over the densely
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells: the service of jealousy. "The mass of people don't feel these
things in quite the same manner as we feel them," she said. "Is it
because they're different in grain, or educated out of some
primitive instinct?"
"It's because we've explored love a little, and they know no more
than the gateway," I said. "Lust and then jealousy; their simple
conception--and we have gone past all that and wandered hand in
hand. . . ."
I remember that for a time we watched two of that larger sort of
gull, whose wings are brownish-white, circle and hover against the
blue. And then we lay and looked at a band of water mirror clear
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