| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield: because they were easier to peel, and bending over the dull heap in the
silent cellar, she began to nod.
"Here, you, what are you doing down there?" cried the Frau, from the top of
the stairs. "The baby's fallen off the settle, and got a bump as big as an
egg over his eye. Come up here, and I'll teach you!"
"It wasn't me--it wasn't me!" screamed the Child, beaten from one side of
the hall to the other, so that the potatoes and beetroot rolled out of her
skirt.
The Frau seemed to be as big as a giant, and there was a certain heaviness
in all her movements that was terrifying to anyone so small.
"Sit in the corner, and peel and wash the vegetables, and keep the baby
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: the British Museum, the University of Buenos Ayres, and the Library
of Miskatonic University at Arkham had failed to get him the loan
of a book he desperately wanted; so at length he set out in person,
shabby, dirty, bearded, and uncouth of dialect, to consult the
copy at Miskatonic, which was the nearest to him geographically.
Almost eight feet tall, and carrying a cheap new valise from Osborne's
general store, this dark and goatish gargoyle appeared one day
in Arkham in quest of the dreaded volume kept under lock and key
at the college library - the hideous Necronomicon of the mad Arab
Abdul Alhazred in Olaus Wormius' Latin version, as printed in
Spain in the seventeenth century. He had never seen a city before,
The Dunwich Horror |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Cruise of the Jasper B. by Don Marquis: with a rapier. But now, he was free; reality was before him; the
world of actual adventure called. He had but to choose!
He considered. He tried to look into that bright, adventurous
future. Presently he went to the window, and gazed out. Tides
of night and mystery, flooding in from the farther, dark,
mysterious ocean, all but submerged lower Manhattan; high and
beautiful above these waves of shadow, triumphing over them and
accentuating them, shone a star from the top of the Woolworth
building; flecks of light indicated the noble curve of that great
bridge which soars like a song in stone and steel above the
shifting waters; the river itself was dotted here and there with
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