| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the hands of an etherealist. Then, indeed, would you have
gone hungry."
"But," exclaimed Carthoris, "this is not real food--it
was not here an instant since, and real food does not
materialize out of thin air."
Jav looked hurt.
"There is no real food or water in Lothar," he said;
"nor has there been for countless ages. Upon such as
you now see before you have we existed since the dawn
of history. Upon such, then, may you exist."
"But I thought you were a realist," exclaimed Carthoris.
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: highly disastrous to Zoogs. These matters disposed of, the assembled
cats broke ranks and permitted the Zoogs to slink off one by one
to their respective homes, which they hastened to do with many
a sullen backward glance.
The old cat general now offered Carter
an escort through the forest to whatever border he wished to reach,
deeming it likely that the Zoogs would harbour dire resentment
against him for the frustration of their warlike enterprise. This
offer he welcomed with gratitude; not only for the safety it afforded,
but because he liked the graceful companionship of cats. So in
the midst of a pleasant and playful regiment, relaxed after the
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Gentle Grafter by O. Henry: busy as a one-armed man with the nettle-rash pasting on wall-paper. I
found an old Negro man with an express wagon to hire; and we tied the
pig in a sack and drove down to the circus grounds.
"I found George B. Tapley in a little tent with a window flap open. He
was a fattish man with an immediate eye, in a black skull-cap, with a
four-ounce diamond screwed into the bosom of his red sweater.
"'Are you George B. Tapley?' I asks.
"'I swear it,' says he.
"'Well, I've got it,' says I.
"'Designate,' says he. 'Are you the guinea pigs for the Asiatic python
or the alfalfa for the sacred buffalo?'
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