| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad: soft, subdued laugh. At the rat-tat-tat of the
knocker her heart flew into her mouth.
"Hey, dad! Let me in. I am Harry, I am.
Straight! Come back home a day too soon."
One of the windows upstairs ran up.
"A grinning, information fellow," said the voice
of old Hagberd, up in the darkness. "Don't you
have anything to do with him. It will spoil every-
thing."
She heard Harry Hagberd say, "Hallo, dad,"
then a clanging clatter. The window rumbled
To-morrow |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: This man, after recovering his senses, told
an exceedingly strange story of piracy and slaughter. He is Gustaf
Johansen, a Norwegian of some intelligence, and had been second
mate of the two-masted schooner Emma of Auckland, which sailed
for Callao February 20th with a complement of eleven men. The
Emma, he says, was delayed and thrown widely south of her course
by the great storm of March 1st, and on March 22nd, in S. Latitude
49°51' W. Longitude 128°34', encountered the Alert, manned by
a queer and evil-looking crew of Kanakas and half-castes. Being
ordered peremptorily to turn back, Capt. Collins refused; whereupon
the strange crew began to fire savagely and without warning upon
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A House of Pomegranates by Oscar Wilde: 'She was a false Witch in that she told me not that.'
'Nay,' answered his Soul, 'but she was true to Him she worships,
and whose servant she will be ever.'
And when the young Fisherman knew that he could no longer get rid
of his Soul, and that it was an evil Soul and would abide with him
always, he fell upon the ground weeping bitterly.
And when it was day the young Fisherman rose up and said to his
Soul, 'I will bind my hands that I may not do thy bidding, and
close my lips that I may not speak thy words, and I will return to
the place where she whom I love has her dwelling. Even to the sea
will I return, and to the little bay where she is wont to sing, and
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