| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Sportsman by Xenophon: depth, leaving a single pillar of earth in the centre, on the top of
which at nightfall they set a goat fast-bound, and hedge the pit about
with timber, so as to prevent the wild beasts seeing over, and without
a portal of admission. What happens then is this: the wild beasts,
hearing the bleating in the night, keep scampering round the barrier,
and finding no passage, leap over it, and are caught.[5]
[5] See "Tales from the Fjeld," Sir George W. Dasent, "Father Bruin in
the Corner."
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With regard to methods of procedure in the hunting-field, enough has
been said.[1] But there are many benefits which the enthusiastic
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe: the coincidence alone which had arrested my attention; for, amid
the rattling of the sashes of the casements, and the ordinary
commingled noises of the still increasing storm, the sound, in
itself, had nothing, surely, which should have interested or
disturbed me. I continued the story:
"But the good champion Ethelred, now entering within the
door, was sore enraged and amazed to perceive no signal of the
maliceful hermit; but, in the stead thereof, a dragon of a scaly
and prodigious demeanour, and of a fiery tongue, which sate in
guard before a palace of gold, with a floor of silver; and upon
the wall there hung a shield of shining brass with this legend
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: to everybody; an' I think he an' Ol' Whateley must a raised suthin'
in that there nailed-up haouse as ain't even so human as he was.
They's allus ben unseen things araound Dunwich - livin' things
- as ain't human an' ain't good fer human folks.
'The graoun'
was a-talkin' las' night, an' towards mornin' Cha'ncey he heered
the whippoorwills so laoud in Col' Spring Glen he couldn't sleep
nun. Then he thought he heered another faint-like saound over
towards Wizard Whateley's - a kinder rippin' or tearin' o' wood,
like some big box er crate was bein' opened fur off. What with
this an' that, he didn't git to sleep at all till sunup, an' no
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