| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: a well-fed boy with the world for his playground. People like that did one
good--one felt "made over" at the sight of them. SANE they were--so sane
and solid. You could depend on them never having one mad impulse from the
day they were born until the day they died. And Life was in league with
them--jumped them on her knee--quite rightly, too. At that moment she
noticed Casimir's letter, crumpled up on the floor--the smile faded.
Staring at the letter she began braiding her hair--a dull feeling of rage
crept through her--she seemed to be braiding it into her brain, and binding
it, tightly, above her head...Of course that had been the mistake all
along. What had? Oh, Casimir's frightful seriousness. If she had been
happy when they first met she never would have looked at him--but they had
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: Had
it been some trace of that bizarre musical piping over a wide
range which Lake’s dissection report had led us to expect in those
others - and which, indeed, our overwrought fancies had been reading
into every wind howl we had heard since coming on the camp horror
- it would have had a kind of hellish congruity with the aeon-dead
region around us. A voice from other epochs belongs in a graveyard
of other epochs. As it was, however, the noise shattered all our
profoundly seated adjustments - all our tacit acceptance of the
inner antarctic as a waste utterly and irrevocably void of every
vestige of normal life. What we heard was not the fabulous note
At the Mountains of Madness |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from End of the Tether by Joseph Conrad: if he ever got out at all.
This was Sterne's last train of thought independent
of the great discovery. He had just seen to the secur-
ing of the anchor, and had remained forward idling
away a moment or two. The captain was in charge on
the bridge. With a slight yawn he had turned away
from his survey of the sea and had leaned his shoulders
against the fish davit.
These, properly speaking, were the very last moments
of ease he was to know on board the Sofala. All the
instants that came after were to be pregnant with pur-
End of the Tether |
