| 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: the yak whose great wide prints told of its desperate flight.
Once he thought he heard the hoofbeats of the frightened beast,
and doubled his speed from this encouragement. He was covering
miles, and little by little the way was broadening in front till
he knew he must soon emerge on the cold and dreaded desert to
the north. The gaunt grey flanks of the distant impassable peaks
were again visible above the right-hand crags, and ahead were
the rocks and boulders of an open space which was clearly a foretaste
of the dark arid limitless plain. And once more those hoofbeats
sounded in his ears, plainer than before, but this time giving
terror instead of encouragement because he realised that they
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: asked you after that, he must either be hopelessly stupid or a
venturesome fool.'
'If you talk so, I won't tell you any more,' she returned,
peevishly rising to her feet. 'I accepted him, Nelly. Be quick,
and say whether I was wrong!'
'You accepted him! Then what good is it discussing the matter?
You have pledged your word, and cannot retract.'
'But say whether I should have done so - do!' she exclaimed in an
irritated tone; chafing her hands together, and frowning.
'There are many things to be considered before that question can be
answered properly,' I said, sententiously. 'First and foremost, do
Wuthering Heights |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maria, or the Wrongs of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft: despair, in one corner of which Maria sat, endeavouring to recall
her scattered thoughts!
Surprise, astonishment, that bordered on distraction, seemed
to have suspended her faculties, till, waking by degrees to a keen
sense of anguish, a whirlwind of rage and indignation roused her
torpid pulse. One recollection with frightful velocity following
another, threatened to fire her brain, and make her a fit companion
for the terrific inhabitants, whose groans and shrieks were no
unsubstantial sounds of whistling winds, or startled birds, modulated
by a romantic fancy, which amuse while they affright; but such
tones of misery as carry a dreadful certainty directly to the heart.
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