| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: ghouls and night-gaunts had been snatched from sight was not for
him to divine. He knew only that he was suddenly alone, and that
whatever unseen powers lurked mockingly around him were no powers
of earth's friendly dreamland. Presently from the chamber's uttermost
reaches a new sound came. This, too, was a rhythmic trumpeting;
but of a kind far removed from the three raucous blasts which
had dissolved his goodly cohorts. In this low fanfare echoed all
the wonder and melody of ethereal dream; exotic vistas of unimagined
loveliness floating from each strange chord and subtly alien cadence.
Odours of incense came to match the golden notes; and overhead
a great light dawned, its colours changing in cycles unknown to
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs: "The beautiful Lady Alice," replied Clayton, "of whose many
virtues and remarkable personal charms I often have heard
my mother and father speak. Poor woman," he murmured sadly.
With deep reverence and solemnity the bodies of the late
Lord and Lady Greystoke were buried beside their little
African cabin, and between them was placed the tiny skeleton
of the baby of Kala, the ape.
As Mr. Philander was placing the frail bones of the infant
in a bit of sail cloth, he examined the skull minutely. Then he
called Professor Porter to his side, and the two argued in low
tones for several minutes.
Tarzan of the Apes |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Louis Lambert by Honore de Balzac: me. I cannot pride myself in the belief that I understand a
woman's heart, in all the expansion of its tenderness, all the
grace of its devotedness; but I will always endeavor to appreciate
the value of what you vouchsafe to show me of the secrets of
yours.
"Speak to me! Answer me soon! The melancholy into which we are
thrown by the idea of a wrong done is frightful; it casts a shroud
over life, and doubts on everything.
"I spent this morning sitting on the bank by the sunken road,
gazing at the turrets of Villenoix, not daring to go to our hedge.
If you could imagine all I saw in my soul! What gloomy visions
Louis Lambert |
