| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Inland Voyage by Robert Louis Stevenson: look for my indulgence on the spot.
PRECY AND THE MARIONNETTES
WE made Precy about sundown. The plain is rich with tufts of
poplar. In a wide, luminous curve, the Oise lay under the
hillside. A faint mist began to rise and confound the different
distances together. There was not a sound audible but that of the
sheep-bells in some meadows by the river, and the creaking of a
cart down the long road that descends the hill. The villas in
their gardens, the shops along the street, all seemed to have been
deserted the day before; and I felt inclined to walk discreetly as
one feels in a silent forest. All of a sudden, we came round a
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe: unconscious of my presence. Bending closely over him, I at
length drank in the hideous import of his words.
"Not hear it?--yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long-
-long--long--many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard
it--yet I dared not--oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am!--I
dared not--I dared not speak! We have put her living in
the tomb! Said I not that my senses were acute? I now tell
you that I heard her first feeble movements in the hollow coffin.
I heard them--many, many days ago--yet I dared not--I dared
not speak! And now--to-night--Ethelred--ha! ha!--the breaking
of the hermit's door, and the death-cry of the dragon, and the
The Fall of the House of Usher |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: mechanical nature of life. That was seven years before, but West
looked scarcely a day older now -- he was small, blond, clean-shaven,
soft-voiced, and spectacled, with only an occasional flash of
a cold blue eye to tell of the hardening and growing fanaticism
of his character under the pressure of his terrible investigations.
Our experiences had often been hideous in the extreme; the results
of defective reanimation, when lumps of graveyard clay had been
galvanised into morbid, unnatural, and brainless motion by various
modifications of the vital solution.
One thing had uttered a
nerve-shattering scream; another had risen violently, beaten us
Herbert West: Reanimator |
