| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Manon Lescaut by Abbe Prevost: the accounts we read of savages be true, they obey the laws of
nature: they neither know the mean rapacity of avarice, nor the
false and fantastic notions of dignity, which have raised me up
an enemy in my own father. They will not harass and persecute
two lovers, when they see us adopt their own simple habits.' I
was therefore at ease upon that point.
"But my romantic ideas were not formed with a proper view to the
ordinary wants of life. I had too often found that there were
necessaries which could not be dispensed with, particularly by a
young and delicate woman, accustomed to comfort and abundance. I
was in despair at having so fruitlessly emptied my purse, and the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: exact direction occasional penguin tracks made clear.
Not long
afterward a steep descent in a long, low, doorless, and peculiarly
sculptureless corridor led us to believe that we were approaching
the tunnel mouth at last. We had passed two more penguins, and
heard others immediately ahead. Then the corridor ended in a prodigious
open space which made us gasp involuntarily - a perfect inverted
hemisphere, obviously deep underground; fully a hundred feet in
diameter and fifty feet high, with low archways opening around
all parts of the circumference but one, and that one yawning cavernously
with a black, arched aperture which broke the symmetry of the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: hearing, and speech in imitation of their masters, either spontaneously
or according to suggestion.
They seem to have become peculiarly
intractable toward the middle of the Permian Age, perhaps one
hundred and fifty million years ago, when a veritable war of resubjugation
was waged upon them by the marine Old Ones. Pictures of this war,
and of the headless, slime-coated fashion in which the Shoggoths
typically left their slain victims, held a marvelously fearsome
quality despite the intervening abyss of untold ages. The Old
Ones had used curious weapons of molecular and atomic disturbances
against the rebel entities, and in the end had achieved a complete
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