| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sons of the Soil by Honore de Balzac: that damned Shopman. As I drove over here I came to the conclusion it
would be best to get up a quarrel between the courts and him, so that
the Keeper of the Seals would be wary of making the changes he may ask
in their members."
"Bravo for the son of the Church!" cried Lupin, slapping Rigou on the
shoulder.
Madame Soudry was here struck by an idea which could come only to a
former waiting-maid of an Opera divinity.
"If," she said, "one could only get the Shopman to the fete at
Soulanges, and throw some fine girl in his way who would turn his
head, we could easily set his wife against him by letting her know
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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: of monoliths and into the dark noisome streets of that awful city
whose rounded towers of cyclopean stone soared up beyond the sight.
Silently they shambled over that rough rock pavement, hearing
with disgust the abominable muffled snortings from great black
doorways which marked the slumber of the Gugs. Apprehensive of
the ending of the rest hour, the ghouls set a somewhat rapid pace;
but even so the journey was no brief one, for distances in that
town of giants are on a great scale. At last, however, they came
to a somewhat open space before a tower even vaster than the rest;
above whose colossal doorway was fixed a monstrous symbol in bas-relief
which made one shudder without knowing its meaning. This was the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mosses From An Old Manse by Nathaniel Hawthorne: progress. I almost thought that they were my own sins that
appalled me there. These were freaks of imagination--nothing
more, certainly-mere delusions, which I ought to be heartily
ashamed of; but all through the Dark Valley I was tormented, and
pestered, and dolefully bewildered with the same kind of waking
dreams. The mephitic gases of that region intoxicate the brain.
As the light of natural day, however, began to struggle with the
glow of the lanterns, these vain imaginations lost their
vividness, and finally vanished from the first ray of sunshine
that greeted our escape from the Valley of the Shadow of Death.
Ere we had gone a mile beyond it I could well-nigh have taken my
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