| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen: which was called the manor-house, and that there they were boiled, and then
they became black, and were then placed on a silver dish; but what happened
further they knew not; or, in fact, what it was to be boiled, and to lie on a
silver dish, they could not possibly imagine; but it was said to be
delightful, and particularly genteel. Neither the chafers, the toads, nor the
earth-worms, whom they asked about it could give them any information--none of
them had been boiled or laid on a silver dish.
The old white snails were the first persons of distinction in the world, that
they knew; the forest was planted for their sake, and the manor-house was
there that they might be boiled and laid on a silver dish.
Now they lived a very lonely and happy life; and as they had no children
Fairy Tales |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: through the smoke wreaths. "Shay, lil' girl, we mightish well make
bes' of it. You ain't such bad-lookin' girl, y'know. Not half
bad. Can't come up to Nell, though. No, can't do it! Well, I
should shay not! Nell fine-lookin' girl! F--i--n--ine. You look
damn bad longsider her, but by y'self ain't so bad. Have to do
anyhow. Nell gone. On'y you left. Not half bad, though."
Maggie stood up.
"I'm going home," she said.
The mere boy started.
"Eh? What? Home," he cried, struck with amazement.
"I beg pardon, did hear say home?"
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: and laid him on the damp grass. Henry Wheeler, trembling, turned
the rescued telescope on the mountain to see what he might. Through
the lenses were discernible three tiny figures, apparently running
towards the summit as fast as the steep incline allowed. Only
these - nothing more. Then everyone noticed a strangely unseasonable
noise in the deep valley behind, and even in the underbrush of
Sentinel Hill itself. It was the piping of unnumbered whippoorwills,
and in their shrill chorus there seemed to lurk a note of tense
and evil expectancy.
Earl Sawyer now took the telescope and
reported the three figures as standing on the topmost ridge, virtually
The Dunwich Horror |
