| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Glasses by Henry James: gleam of France had not found at Folkestone my old resources and
pastimes. Mrs. Meldrum, much edified by my report of the
performances, as she called them, in my studio, had told me that to
her knowledge Flora would soon be on the straw: she had cut from
her capital such fine fat slices that there was almost nothing more
left to swallow. Perched on her breezy cliff the good lady dazzled
me as usual by her universal light: she knew so much more about
everything and everybody than I could ever squeeze out of my
colour-tubes. She knew that Flora was acting on system and
absolutely declined to be interfered with: her precious reasoning
was that her money would last as long as she should need it, that a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: yet to give no glimpse of its crew. It was not fair to the tavern-keepers
of Dylath-Leen, or to the grocers and butchers, either; for not
a scrap of provisions was ever sent aboard. The merchants took
only gold and stout black slaves from Parg across the river. That
was all they ever took, those unpleasantly featured merchants
and their unseen rowers; never anything from the butchers and
grocers, but only gold and the fat black men of Parg whom they
bought by the pound. And the odours from those galleys which the
south wind blew in from the wharves are not to be described. Only
by constantly smoking strong thagweed could even the hardiest
denizen of the old sea-taverns bear them. Dylath-Leen would never
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Episode Under the Terror by Honore de Balzac: invisible to her by the light of the lanterns.
She had passed the end of the Rue des Morts, when she fancied that she
could hear the firm, heavy tread of a man walking behind her. Then it
seemed to her that she had heard that sound before, and dismayed by
the idea of being followed, she tried to walk faster toward a brightly
lit shop window, in the hope of verifying the suspicions which had
taken hold of her mind.
So soon as she stood in the shaft of light that streamed out across
the road, she turned her head suddenly, and caught sight of a human
figure looming through the fog. The dim vision was enough for her. For
one moment she reeled beneath an overpowering weight of dread, for she
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