| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Poems of Goethe, Bowring, Tr. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: All that by the hours is brought thee
'Mongst the husbandmen thou livest,
As a friend, uninjured by them,
Thou whom mortals love to honour,
Herald sweet of sweet Spring's advent!
Yes, thou'rt loved by all the Muses,
Phoebus' self, too, needs must love thee;
They their silver voices gave thee,
Age can never steal upon thee.
Wise and gentle friend of poets,
Born a creature fleshless, bloodless,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: duly kept from press and public, and men were sent to Dunwich
and Aylesbury to look up property and notify any who might be
heirs of the late Wilbur Whateley. They found the countryside
in great agitation, both because of the growing rumblings beneath
the domed hills, and because of the unwonted stench and the surging,
lapping sounds which came increasingly from the great empty shell
formed by Whateley's boarded-up farmhouse. Earl Sawyer, who tended
the horse and cattle during Wilbur's absence, had developed a
woefully acute case of nerves. The officials devised excuses not
to enter the noisome boarded place; and were glad to confine their
survey of the deceased's living quarters, the newly mended sheds,
The Dunwich Horror |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister: "'It can't be she, you know,' said I. 'He would have come back from
Europe.'"
"But we found it out at lunch. It was she, and she had been dead for
fifteen years."
"Ethel and I talked it over in the train going up to town on Monday
morning. We had by that time grown calmer. 'If it is not false
pretences,' said she, 'and you cannot sue him for damages, and if it is
not stealing or something, and you cannot put him in prison, what are you
going to do to him, Richard?'"
"As this was a question which I had frequently asked myself during the
night, having found no satisfactory answer to it, I said: 'What would you
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