| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Records of a Family of Engineers by Robert Louis Stevenson: and abilities of Mr. Smeaton. The writer certainly never
could have anticipated the satisfaction which he this day felt
in witnessing the pleasure it afforded to the only
representative of this great man's family.
[Friday, 20th July]
The gale from the N.E. still continued so strong,
accompanied with a heavy sea, that the PATRIOT could not
approach her moorings; and although the tender still kept her
station, no landing was made to-day at the rock. At high-
water it was remarked that the spray rose to the height of
about sixty feet upon the building. The SMEATON now lay in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: don't have nothing but rabbit and possum, I'll--I'll tell Ma. And
we won't let you go to the war with us, either."
"Airs? Me put on airs fo' dem cheap niggers? Nawsuh, Ah got
better manners. Ain' Miss Beetriss taught me manners same as she
taught y'all?"
"She didn't do a very good job on any of the three of us," said
Stuart. "Come on, let's get going."
He backed his big red horse and then, putting spurs to his side,
lifted him easily over the split rail fence into the soft field of
Gerald O'Hara's plantation. Brent's horse followed and then
Jeems', with Jeems clinging to pommel and mane. Jeems did not
Gone With the Wind |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: of the pallid abyss vapor. It was a terrible, indescribable thing
vaster than any subway train - a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic
bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary
eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all
over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing
the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor
that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter. Still
came that eldritch, mocking cry- "Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!" and at
last we remembered that the demoniac Shoggoths - given life, thought,
and plastic organ patterns solely by the Old Ones, and having
no language save that which the dot groups expressed - had likewise
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