| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake: Cruel, jealous, selfish fear!
Can delight,
Chained in night,
The virgins of youth and morning bear.
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the ploughman in darkness plough?
'Break this heavy chain,
That does freeze my bones around!
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Travels with a Donkey in the Cevenne by Robert Louis Stevenson: in a green end of a valley, with Chateau Beaufort opposite upon a
rocky steep, and the stream, as clear as crystal, lying in a deep
pool between them. Above and below, you may hear it wimpling over
the stones, an amiable stripling of a river, which it seems absurd
to call the Loire. On all sides, Goudet is shut in by mountains;
rocky footpaths, practicable at best for donkeys, join it to the
outer world of France; and the men and women drink and swear, in
their green corner, or look up at the snow-clad peaks in winter
from the threshold of their homes, in an isolation, you would
think, like that of Homer's Cyclops. But it is not so; the postman
reaches Goudet with the letter-bag; the aspiring youth of Goudet
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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: Whateleys, and Earl Sawyer's common-law wife, Mamie Bishop. Mamie's
visit was frankly one of curiosity, and her subsequent tales did
justice to her observations; but Zechariah came to lead a pair
of Alderney cows which Old Whateley had bought of his son Curtis.
This marked the beginning of a course of cattle-buying on the
part of small Wilbur's family which ended only in 1928, when the
Dunwich horror came and went; yet at no time did the ramshackle
Wateley barn seem overcrowded with livestock. There came a period
when people were curious enough to steal up and count the herd
that grazed precariously on the steep hillside above the old farm-house,
and they could never find more than ten or twelve anaemic, bloodless-looking
The Dunwich Horror |
