| 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: once apparent, but it seemed less likely that their rites and
costumes were wholly things of our earth. Ten feet from Carter
the columns stopped, and as they did so each trumpet flew abruptly
to its bearer's thick lips. Wild and ecstatic was the blast that
followed, and wilder still the cry that chorused just after from
dark throats somehow made shrill by strange artifice.
Then down
the wide lane betwixt the two columns a lone figure strode; a
tall, slim figure with the young face of an antique Pharaoh, gay
with prismatic robes and crowned with a golden pshent that glowed
with inherent light. Close up to Carter strode that regal figure;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson: "Weel, I canna see nae differ in her," returned the first. "A
fushionless quean, a feckless carline."
The poor creature thus discussed rambled a while in the grounds without
a purpose. Tides in her mind ebbed and flowed, and carried her
to and fro like seaweed. She tried a path, paused, returned, and tried
another; questing, forgetting her quest; the spirit of choice extinct in
her bosom, or devoid of sequency. On a sudden, it appeared as though
she had remembered, or had formed a resolution, wheeled about, returned
with hurried steps, and appeared in the dining-room, where Kirstie was
at the cleaning, like one charged with an important errand.
"Kirstie!" she began, and paused; and then with conviction, "Mr. Weir
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells: towards the dawn of the next day. . . .
The extra horse involved the addition of its owner, a small
suspicious Latin Christian, to the company, and of another horse for
him and an ugly almost hairless boy attendant. Moreover the British
consul prevailed with Benham to accept the services of a picturesque
Arnaut CAVASSE, complete with a rifle, knives, and other implements
and the name of Giorgio. And as they got up into the highlands
beyond Scutari they began to realize the deceitfulness of Podgoritza
and the real truth about khans. Their next one they reached after a
rainy evening, and it was a cavernous room with a floor of indurated
mud and full of eye-stinging wood-smoke and wind and the smell of
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