| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: various institutions. All denied a part in the ritual murders,
and averred that the killing had been done by Black Winged Ones
which had come to them from their immemorial meeting-place in
the haunted wood. But of those mysterious allies no coherent account
could ever be gained. What the police did extract, came mainly
from the immensely aged mestizo named Castro, who claimed to have
sailed to strange ports and talked with undying leaders of the
cult in the mountains of China.
Old Castro remembered bits of
hideous legend that paled the speculations of theosophists and
made man and the world seem recent and transient indeed. There
Call of Cthulhu |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: child, and had known Dmitri Ivanovitch at the time when he was
still little Mitinka.
"Good-morning, Dmitri Ivanovitch."
"Good-morning, Agraphena Petrovna. What is it you want?"
Nekhludoff asked.
"A letter from the princess; either from the mother or the
daughter. The maid brought it some time ago, and is waiting in my
room," answered Agraphena Petrovna, handing him the letter with a
significant smile.
"All right! Directly!" said Nekhludoff, taking the letter and
frowning as he noticed Agraphena Petrovna's smile.
Resurrection |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: it is no use talking while a man is alive, it is no use talking when he is
dead!"
They brought his great-coat, and they looked in the pockets to see if there
was anything which might show where he had come from or who his friends
were. But there was nothing in the pockets except an empty flask, and a
leathern purse with two shillings in, and a little hand-made two-pointed
cap.
So they wrapped Peter Halket up in his great-coat, and put the little cap
on his head.
And, one hour after Peter Halket had stood outside the tent looking up, he
was lying under the little tree, with the red sand trodden down over him,
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