| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: now Sefton Asylum has had the mishap and West has vanished.
West
clashed disagreeably with Dr. Halsey near the end of our last
undergraduate term in a wordy dispute that did less credit to
him than to the kindiy dean in point of courtesy. He felt that
he was needlessly and irrationally retarded in a supremely great
work; a work which he could of course conduct to suit himself
in later years, but which he wished to begin while still possessed
of the exceptional facilities of the university. That the tradition-bound
elders should ignore his singular results on animals, and persist
in their denial of the possibility of reanimation, was inexpressibly
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Ideal Husband by Oscar Wilde: seem to be the only two fashionable religions left to us nowadays.
MRS. CHEVELEY. Oh, I'm neither. Optimism begins in a broad grin,
and Pessimism ends with blue spectacles. Besides, they are both of
them merely poses.
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. You prefer to be natural?
MRS. CHEVELEY. Sometimes. But it is such a very difficult pose to
keep up.
SIR ROBERT CHILTERN. What would those modern psychological
novelists, of whom we hear so much, say to such a theory as that?
MRS. CHEVELEY. Ah! the strength of women comes from the fact that
psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analysed, women . . .
|
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: and to another experienced man, and he only came at times to oversee.
His son was a strong, tall, bold man; they called him Samson,
and he used to boast that he had never found a horse that could throw him.
There was no gentleness in him, as there was in his father,
but only hardness, a hard voice, a hard eye, a hard hand; and I felt
from the first that what he wanted was to wear all the spirit out of me,
and just make me into a quiet, humble, obedient piece of horseflesh.
`Horseflesh'! Yes, that is all that he thought about,"
and Ginger stamped her foot as if the very thought of him made her angry.
Then she went on:
"If I did not do exactly what he wanted he would get put out,
|
