| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: binding the incision securely.
The waiting was gruesome, but
West never faltered. Every now and then he applied his stethoscope
to the specimen, and bore the negative results philosophically.
After about three-quarters of an hour without the least sign of
life he disappointedly pronounced the solution inadequate, but
determined to make the most of his opportunity and try one change
in the formula before disposing of his ghastly prize. We had that
afternoon dug a grave in the cellar, and would have to fill it
by dawn -- for although we had fixed a lock on the house, we wished
to shun even the remotest risk of a ghoulish discovery. Besides,
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett: don't seem to hear nothing about the unpardonable sin now, but you
may say 'twas not uncommon then."
"I expect that if it had been in these days, such a person
would be plagued to death with idle folks," continued Mrs. Todd,
after a long pause. "As it was, nobody trespassed on her; all the
folks about the bay respected her an' her feelings; but as time
wore on, after you left here, one after another ventured to make
occasion to put somethin' ashore for her if they went that way. I
know mother used to go to see her sometimes, and send William over
now and then with something fresh an' nice from the farm.
There is a point on the sheltered side where you can lay a boat
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu: On the still mountains and the soundless deeps,
And my soul hungers for thy voice, O then,
Love, like the magic of wild melodies,
Let thy soul answer mine across the seas.
TO THE GOD OF PAIN
Unwilling priestess in thy cruel fane,
Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain,
Bound to thy worship by reluctant vows,
My tired breast girt with suffering, and my brows
Anointed with perpetual weariness.
Long have I borne thy service, through the stress
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