|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Master of the World by Jules Verne:
cause of these phenomena.
When I had finished my communication, Elias Smith gazed at me for
some moments in silence. Then he said, softly, "So at Washington they
wish to know what the Great Eyrie hides within its circuit?"
"Yes, Mr. Smith."
"And you, also?"
"So do I, Mr. Strock."
He and I were as one in our curiosity.
"You will understand," added he, knocking the cinders from his pipe,
"that as a land-owner, I am much interested in these stories of the
|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:
Silunan or Ordovician. The inevitable inference was that in this
part of the world there had been a remarkable and unique degree
of continuity between the life of over three hundred million years
ago and that of only thirty million years ago. How far this continuity
had extended beyond the Oligocene Age when the cavern was closed
was of course past all speculation. In any event, the coming of
the frightful ice in the Pleistocene some five hundred thousand
years ago - a mere yesterday as compared with the age of this
cavity - must have put an end to any of the primal forms which
had locally managed to outlive their common terms.
At the Mountains of Madness
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sarrasine by Honore de Balzac:
She smiled and we parted, she still as proud and as cruel, I as
ridiculous, as ever. She had the audacity to waltz with a young aide-
de-camp, and I was by turns angry, sulky, admiring, loving, and
"Until to-morrow," she said to me, as she left the ball about two
o'clock in the morning.
"I won't go," I thought. "I give up. You are a thousand times more
capricious, more fanciful, than--my imagination."
The next evening we were seated in front of a bright fire in a dainty
little salon, she on a couch, I on cushions almost at her feet,
looking up into her face. The street was silent. The lamp shed a soft