| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Virginian by Owen Wister: lest they should get scratched; and he, being just behind her,
took them during the climb.
"I see you're looking at my topaz," she had said, as he returned
them. "If I could have chosen, it would have been a ruby. But I
was born in November."
He did not understand her in the least, but her words awakened
exceeding interest in him; and they had descended some five miles
of mountain before he spoke again. Then he became ingenious, for
he had half worked out what Mrs. Henry's meaning must be; but he
must make quite sure. Therefore, according to his wild, shy
nature, he became ingenious.
The Virginian |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis: Their ample discussion of every detail of the cigar-lighter led them to speak
of electric flat-irons and bed-warmers. Babbitt apologized for being so
shabbily old-fashioned as still to use a hot-water bottle, and he announced
that he would have the sleeping-porch wired at once. He had enormous and
poetic admiration, though very little understanding, of all mechanical
devices. They were his symbols of truth and beauty. Regarding each new
intricate mechanism--metal lathe, two-jet carburetor, machine gun,
oxyacetylene welder--he learned one good realistic-sounding phrase, and used
it over and over, with a delightful feeling of being technical and initiated.
The customer joined him in the worship of machinery, and they came buoyantly
up to the tenement and began that examination of plastic slate roof, kalamein
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: merged wildly together in a series of fantastic, fragmentary delusions
which can have no relation to anything real.
There was a hideous
fall through incalculable leagues of viscous, sentient darkness,
and a babel of noises utterly alien to all that we know of the
earth and its organic life. Dormant, rudimentary senses seemed
to start into vitality within me, telling of pits and voids peopled
by floating horrors and leading to sunless crags and oceans and
teeming cities of windowless, basalt towers upon which no light
ever shone.
Secrets of the primal planet and its immemorial
Shadow out of Time |
