| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: showed yu' he weren't a snappin'-turtle."
The anecdote met with instantaneous success, and I hurried away
into the dark. The next morning I was occupied with the chickens.
Two hens were fighting to sit on some eggs that a third was daily
laying, and which I did not want hatched, and for the third time
I had kicked Em'ly off seven potatoes she had rolled together and
was determined to raise I know not what sort of family from. She
was shrieking about the hen-house as the Virginian came in to
observe (I suspect) what I might be doing now that could be
useful for him to mention in the bunk-house.
He stood awhile, and at length said, "We lost our best rooster
The Virginian |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain: And behold, they were glad they had gone into
savagery, for they had gained something; they found
that they could now smoke a little without having to go
and hunt for a lost knife; they did not get sick enough
to be seriously uncomfortable. They were not likely
to fool away this high promise for lack of effort. No,
they practised cautiously, after supper, with right fair
success, and so they spent a jubilant evening. They
were prouder and happier in their new acquirement than
they would have been in the scalping and skinning of the
Six Nations. We will leave them to smoke and chat-
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: horde of human abnormality than any but a Sime or an Angarola
could paint. Void of clothing, this hybrid spawn were braying,
bellowing, and writhing about a monstrous ring-shaped bonfire;
in the centre of which, revealed by occasional rifts in the curtain
of flame, stood a great granite monolith some eight feet in height;
on top of which, incongruous in its diminutiveness, rested the
noxious carven statuette. From a wide circle of ten scaffolds
set up at regular intervals with the flame-girt monolith as a
centre hung, head downward, the oddly marred bodies of the helpless
squatters who had disappeared. It was inside this circle that
the ring of worshippers jumped and roared, the general direction
Call of Cthulhu |
