| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Master and Man by Leo Tolstoy: yourself for nothing. We're not thieves, we're friends. . . .'
'And these are, it's said, the three domestic counsellors,'
remarked the lad, and with his strong arms he pushed under the
pent-roof the sledge that had remained outside.
'Why counsellors?' asked Nikita.
'That's what is printed in Paulson. A thief creeps to a
house--the dog barks, that means "Be on your guard!" The cock
crows, that means, "Get up!" The cat licks herself--that
means, "A welcome guest is coming. Get ready to receive him!"'
said the lad with a smile.
Petrushka could read and write and knew Paulson's primer, his
Master and Man |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard: would see his daughter in her grave. That I had abused his confidence
and violated his hospitality; that he would shoot me if I came near his
girl. That she was a minor, and according to the law he could dispose
of her in marriage. That she must accompany him whither he was going;
that certainly I should not do so, and much more of the same sort.
When at last he had tired himself out and smashed his favourite pipe
upon the table, Marie spoke, saying:
"My father, you know that I love you dearly, for since my mother's death
we have been everything to each other, have we not?"
"Surely, Marie, you are my life, and more than my life."
"Very well, my father. That being so, I acknowledge your authority over
Marie |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: note of purposeful malignity. The last stage of our descent to
the town was unusually steep and abrupt, and a rock outcropping
at the edge where the grade changed led us to think that an artificial
terrace had once existed there. Under the glaciation, we believed,
there must be a flight of steps or its equivalent.
When at last
we plunged into the town itself, clambering over fallen masonry
and shrinking from the oppressive nearness and dwarfing height
of omnipresent crumbling and pitted walls, our sensations again
became such that I marvel at the amount of self-control we retained.
Danforth was frankly jumpy, and began making some offensively
At the Mountains of Madness |
