| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: wust, nuther. They's prints in the rud, Mis' Corey - great raound
prints as big as barrel-heads, all sunk dawon deep like a elephant
had ben along, only they's a sight more nor four feet could make!
I looked at one or two afore I run, an' I see every one was covered
with lines spreadin' aout from one place, like as if big palm-leaf
fans - twict or three times as big as any they is - hed of ben
paounded dawon into the rud. An' the smell was awful, like what
it is around Wizard Whateley's ol' haouse...'
Here he faltered,
and seemed to shiver afresh with the fright that had sent him
flying home. Mrs Corey, unable to extract more information, began
The Dunwich Horror |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Girl with the Golden Eyes by Honore de Balzac: debts. Naturally, these are more dangerous than those who play it
without a farthing.
The young man who called himself a friend of Henri de Marsay was a
rattle-head who had come from the provinces, and whom the young men
then in fashion were teaching the art of running through an
inheritance; but he had one last leg to stand on in his province, in
the shape of a secure establishment. He was simply an heir who had
passed without any transition from his pittance of a hundred francs a
month to the entire paternal fortune, and who, if he had not wit
enough to perceive that he was laughed at, was sufficiently cautious
to stop short at two-thirds of his capital. He had learned at Paris,
The Girl with the Golden Eyes |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon: smart for ye this time. Who told you that?"
"He told me tonight!"
"He told you?" she repeated blankly.
"Yes."
"You're a liar!" she growled. "And I'll prove it--
you move out o' your tracks an' I'll cut your throat.
My boy's got a scar on his neck--I know right whar to
look for it. Don't you move now till I see--I know
you're a liar----"
She turned and with the quick trembling fingers of
her right hand tore the shirt back from the neck and
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