| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac: you do know how to love like a woman--well, it has shed a balm into my
heart which has almost cured me. There's truce between us, Jules;
lower your head, that I may kiss it."
Jules could not deny himself the pleasure of that embrace. But it was
not without a feeling of remorse in his heart; he felt himself small
before this woman whom he was still tempted to think innocent. A sort
of melancholy joy possessed him. A tender hope shone on her features
in spite of their grieved expression. They both were equally unhappy
in deceiving each other; another caress, and, unable to resist their
suffering, all would then have been avowed.
"To-morrow evening, Clemence."
Ferragus |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Apology by Xenophon: too rashly; rather I would have you investigate, point by point, what
the god has said. I ask you, is there any one[28] else, you know of,
less enslaved than myself to the appetites[29] of the body? Can you
name another man of more independent spirit than myself, seeing that I
accept from no one either gifts or pay? Whom have you any right to
believe to be more just[30] than one so suited with what he has, that
the things of others excite no craving in him?[31] Whom would one
reasonably deem wise, rather than such a one as myself, who, from the
moment I began to understand things spoken,[32] have never omitted to
inquire into and learn every good thing in my power? And that I
laboured not in vain, what more conclusive evidence than the fact that
The Apology |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: drive. Perhaps the pressure of accumulated snows had been responsible,
and perhaps some flood from the river, or from the bursting of
some ancient glacial dam in the great range, had helped to create
the special state now observable. Imagination could conceive almost
anything in connection with this place.
VI
It would be cumbrous
to give a detailed, consecutive account of our wanderings inside
that cavernous, aeon-dead honeycomb of primal masonry - that monstrous
lair of elder secrets which now echoed for the first time, after
uncounted epochs, to the tread of human feet. This is especially
At the Mountains of Madness |
