| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens: and some again engaged a body of police a hundred strong, and beat
them back and trod them under foot by force of numbers; others
besieged the house on which the jailer had appeared, and driving in
the door, brought out his furniture, and piled it up against the
prison-gate, to make a bonfire which should burn it down. As soon
as this device was understood, all those who had laboured hitherto,
cast down their tools and helped to swell the heap; which reached
half-way across the street, and was so high, that those who threw
more fuel on the top, got up by ladders. When all the keeper's
goods were flung upon this costly pile, to the last fragment, they
smeared it with the pitch, and tar, and rosin they had brought, and
Barnaby Rudge |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: supreme. I shudder tonight as I think of it; shudder even more
than I did that morning when West muttered through his bandages,
"Damn it, it wasn’t quite fresh enough!"
III. Six Shots by Moonlight
Published
April 1922 in Home Brew Vol. 1, No. 3, p. 21-26.
It is uncommon
to fire all six shots of a revolver with great suddenness when
one would probably be sufficient, but many things in the life
of Herbert West were uncommon. It is, for instance, not often
that a young physician leaving college is obliged to conceal the
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A House of Pomegranates by Oscar Wilde: see it. I may not touch it. I do not know it.'
But the merchants mocked at him, and said, 'Of what use is a man's
soul to us? It is not worth a clipped piece of silver. Sell us
thy body for a slave, and we will clothe thee in sea-purple, and
put a ring upon thy finger, and make thee the minion of the great
Queen. But talk not of the soul, for to us it is nought, nor has
it any value for our service.'
And the young Fisherman said to himself: 'How strange a thing this
is! The Priest telleth me that the soul is worth all the gold in
the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped
piece of silver.' And he passed out of the market-place, and went
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