| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: judgment upon her. Letty was close at her shoulder, and with patience and
persistence they managed to get a nook in one of the wings which commanded a
view of the stage.
A small, dark man, dapper and debonair, swallow-tailed and top-hatted, was
waltzing about the stage with dainty, mincing steps, and in a thin little
voice singing something or other about somebody or something evidently
pathetic. As his waning voice neared the end of the lines, a large woman,
crowned with an amazing wealth of blond hair, thrust rudely past Edna, trod
heavily on her toes, and shoved her contemptuously to the side. "Bloomin'
hamateur!" she hissed as she went past, and the next instant she was on the
stage, graciously bowing to the audience, while the small, dark man twirled
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: I think, must have shaken the nerve of any man.
"But, Mr. Smith," he said, "surely I am safe enough here!
The place is full of American visitors at present,
and I have had to be content with a room right at the top;
so that the only danger I apprehend is that of fire."
"There is another danger," replied Smith. "The fact that
you are at the top of the building enhances that danger.
Do you recall anything of the mysterious epidemic which broke
out in Rangoon in 1908--the deaths due to the Call of Siva?"
"I read of it in the Indian papers," said Guthrie uneasily.
"Suicides, were they not?" "No!" snapped Smith. "Murders!"
The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: its possible discovery, both West and I leaped to the nearest
window like stricken animals; overturning tubes, lamp, and retorts,
and vaulting madly into the starred abyss of the rural night.
I think we screamed ourselves as we stumbled frantically toward
the town, though as we reached the outskirts we put on a semblance
of restraint -- just enough to seem like belated revellers staggering
home from a debauch.
We did not separate, but managed to get
to West’s room, where we whispered with the gas up until dawn.
By then we had calmed ourselves a little with rational theories
and plans for investigation, so that we could sleep through the
Herbert West: Reanimator |
