| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucolics by Virgil: I have a father and a step-dame harsh,
And twice a day both reckon up the flock,
And one withal the kids. But I will stake,
Seeing you are so mad, what you yourself
Will own more priceless far- two beechen cups
By the divine art of Alcimedon
Wrought and embossed, whereon a limber vine,
Wreathed round them by the graver's facile tool,
Twines over clustering ivy-berries pale.
Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,
And one- how call you him, who with his wand
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: Professor Angell had seen the hellish outlines of the nameless
monstrosity, puzzled over the unknown hieroglyphics, and heard
the ominous syllables which can be rendered only as "Cthulhu";
and all this in so stirring and horrible a connexion that it is
small wonder he pursued young Wilcox with queries and demands
for data.
This earlier experience had come in 1908, seventeen
years before, when the American Archaeological Society held its
annual meeting in St. Louis. Professor Angell, as befitted one
of his authority and attainments, had had a prominent part in
all the deliberations; and was one of the first to be approached
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: meant Betsy and Doctor. "There was no use in my putting: 'Laverack setters not
allowed,' " she said to herself sorrowfully, and she ran off to tell her
Mother of this latest tragedy.
"Yes, I know, Tattine dear," said Mrs. Gerald, in the first pause; "there is
neither pity nor mercy in the heart of a setter when he is on the scent of a
rabbit, alive or dead--but, Tattine, don't forget they have their good sides,
Doctor and Betsy; just think how fond they are of you and me. Why, the very
sight of us always makes them beat a tattoo with their tails."
"Yes, I know, Mamma, but I can't feel somehow that tattoos with their tails
make up for killing rabbits with their teeth."
CHAPTER II. A MAPLE-WAX MORNING
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