| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: central tower with the sign of Koth upon it, which has the stairs
leading up to that stone trap door in the enchanted wood. Pickman
even consented to lend three ghouls to help with a tombstone lever
in raising the stone door; for of ghouls the Gugs are somewhat
afraid, and they often flee from their own colossal graveyards
when they see them feasting there.
He also advised Carter to
disguise as a ghoul himself; shaving the beard he had allowed
to grow (for ghouls have none), wallowing naked in the mould to
get the correct surface, and loping in the usual slumping way,
with his clothing carried in a bundle as if it were a choice morsel
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa: of loved ones gone, the ugly toad mother sought to please the boy's
ear with the names of valuable articles. Having shrieked in a
torturing voice and mouthed extravagant names, the old toad rolled
her tearless eyes with great satisfaction. Hopping back into her
dwelling, she asked:
"My son, did my voice bring tears to your eyes? Did my words
bring gladness to your ears? Do you not like my wailing better?"
"No, no!" pouted the boy with some impatience. "I want to
hear the woman's voice! Tell me, mother, why the human voice stirs
all my feelings!"
The toad mother said within her breast, "The human child has
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Kenilworth by Walter Scott: The Queen approached the window, on which Raleigh had used her
gift, to inscribe the following line:--
"Fain would I climb, but that I fear to fall."
The Queen smiled, read it twice over, once with deliberation to
Lady Paget, and once again to herself. "It is a pretty
beginning," she said, after the consideration of a moment or two;
"but methinks the muse hath deserted the young wit at the very
outset of his task. It were good-natured--were it not, Lady
Paget?--to complete it for him. Try your rhyming faculties."
Lady Paget, prosaic from her cradle upwards as ever any lady of
the bedchamber before or after her, disclaimed all possibility of
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