| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart: held out a tiny object and Mr. Jamieson took it. Then he held it
on his extended palm for me to see. It was the other half of the
pearl cuff-link!
But Mr. Jamieson was not quite through questioning him.
"And so you showed it to Sam, at the club, and asked him if he
knew any one who owned such a link, and Sam said--what?"
"Wal, Sam, he 'lowed he'd seen such a pair of cuff-buttons in a
shirt belongin' to Mr. Bailey--Mr. Jack Bailey, sah."
"I'll keep this link, Thomas, for a while," the detective said.
"That's all I wanted to know. Good night."
As Thomas shuffled out, Mr. Jamieson watched me sharply.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: Carter dreamed of the marvelous city, and three times was he snatched
away while still he paused on the high terrace above it. All golden
and lovely it blazed in the sunset, with walls, temples, colonnades
and arched bridges of veined marble, silver-basined fountains
of prismatic spray in broad squares and perfumed gardens, and
wide streets marching between delicate trees and blossom-laden
urns and ivory statues in gleaming rows; while on steep northward
slopes climbed tiers of red roofs and old peaked gables harbouring
little lanes of grassy cobbles. It was a fever of the gods, a
fanfare of supernal trumpets and a clash of immortal cymbals.
Mystery hung about it as clouds about a fabulous unvisited mountain;
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Goodness of St. Rocque and Other Stories by Alice Dunbar: She leaned her head out of the window to catch a glimpse of the
oleanders on Bayou Road, when her attention was caught by a
conversation in the car.
"Yes, it's too bad for Neale, and lately married too," said the
elder man. "I can't see what he is to do."
Neale! She pricked up her ears. That was the name of the groom
in the Jesuit Church.
"How did it happen?" languidly inquired the younger. He was a
stranger, evidently; a stranger with a high regard for the
faultlessness of male attire.
"Well, the firm failed first; he didn't mind that much, he was so
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