| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from My Antonia by Willa Cather: my pony, carrying bundles of clothes that we had got together
for Mrs. Shimerda. I watched them go past the pond and over
the hill by the drifted cornfield. Then, for the first time,
I realized that I was alone in the house.
I felt a considerable extension of power and authority,
and was anxious to acquit myself creditably. I carried in cobs
and wood from the long cellar, and filled both the stoves.
I remembered that in the hurry and excitement of the morning nobody
had thought of the chickens, and the eggs had not been gathered.
Going out through the tunnel, I gave the hens their corn,
emptied the ice from their drinking-pan, and filled it with water.
My Antonia |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Reminiscences of Tolstoy by Leo Tolstoy: I do not mean to say that others about my father loved him
less than Masha; not at all; but the display of love for him was
never so warm and at the same time so natural with any one else as
with her.
So that with Masha's death my father was deprived of this
natural source of warmth, which, with advancing years, had become
more and more of a necessity for him.
Another and still greater power that she possessed was her
remarkably delicate and sensitive conscience. This trait in her
was still dearer to my father than her caresses.
How good she was at smoothing away all misunderstandings! How
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: warm hearths and little lighted windows of home.
Now much of
the speech of cats was known to Randolph Carter, and in this far
terrible place he uttered the cry that was suitable. But that
he need not have done, for even as his lips opened he heard the
chorus wax and draw nearer, and saw swift shadows against the
stars as small graceful shapes leaped from hill to hill in gathering
legions. The call of the clan had been given, and before the foul
procession had time even to be frightened a cloud of smothering
fur and a phalanx of murderous claws were tidally and tempestuously
upon it. The flutes stopped, and there were shrieks in the night.
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
