| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: east gable end, close against the hill; and no one could imagine
why a cleated wooden runway was built up to it from the ground.
About the period of this work's completion people noticed that
the old tool-house, tightly locked and windowlessly clapboarded
since Wilbur's birth, had been abandoned again. The door swung
listlessly open, and when Earl Sawyer once stepped within after
a cattle-selling call on Old Whateley he was quite discomposed
by the singular odour he encountered - such a stench, he averred,
as he had never before smelt in all his life except near the Indian
circles on the hills, and which could not come from anything sane
or of this earth. But then, the homes and sheds of Dunwich folk
The Dunwich Horror |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: senses. But now it stood out in that stark little room with an
air as incongruous and ashamed as that of a pink tarlatan
danseuse who finds herself in a monk's cell. None of those wall
pictures with which bachelor bedrooms are reputed to be hung. No
satin slippers. No scented notes. Two plain-backed military
brushes on the chiffonier (and he so nearly hairless!). A little
orderly stack of books on the table near the bed. Eva fingered
their titles and gave a little gasp. One of them was on
gardening.
"Well, of all things!" exclaimed Stell. A book on the war, by
an Englishman. A detective story of the lurid type that lulls us
One Basket |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herland by Charlotte Gilman: women at home, I mean--he had always stood high. He was visibly popular.
Even where his habits were known, there was no discrimination against him;
in some cases his reputation for what was felicitously termed "gaiety"
seemed a special charm.
But here, against the calm wisdom and quiet restrained humor
of these women, with only that blessed Jeff and my inconspicuous
self to compare with, Terry did stand out rather strong.
As "a man among men," he didn't; as a man among--I shall
have to say, "females," he didn't; his intense masculinity seemed
only fit complement to their intense femininity. But here he was
all out of drawing.
Herland |
