| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Woodlanders by Thomas Hardy: breeze with a sound almost metallic, like the sheet-iron foliage
of the fabled Jarnvid wood. Some flecks of white in Grace's
drapery had enabled Giles to keep her and her father in view till
this time; but now he lost sight of them, and was obliged to
follow by ear--no difficult matter, for on the line of their
course every wood-pigeon rose from its perch with a continued
clash, dashing its wings against the branches with wellnigh force
enough to break every quill. By taking the track of this noise he
soon came to a stile.
Was it worth while to go farther? He examined the doughy soil at
the foot of the stile, and saw among the large sole-and-heel
The Woodlanders |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: pictures of the Palaeozoic or Mesozoic landscape into these primitive
fables, I could not even guess; but the pictures had been there.
Thus, a basis existed for the formation of a fixed type of delusion.
Cases of amnesia no doubt created the general myth pattern -
but afterward the fanciful accretions of the myths must have reacted
on amnesia sufferers and coloured their pseudo-memories. I myself
had read and heard all the early tales during my memory lapse
- my quest had amply proved that. Was it not natural, then, for
my subsequent dreams and emotional impressions to become coloured
and moulded by what my memory subtly held over from my secondary
state?
Shadow out of Time |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis: surface of the tub in a pattern of delicate wrinkled lines which slipped with
a green sparkle over the curving porcelain as the clear water trembled.
Babbitt lazily watched it; noted that along the silhouette of his legs against
the radiance on the bottom of the tub, the shadows of the air-bubbles clinging
to the hairs were reproduced as strange jungle mosses. He patted the water,
and the reflected light capsized and leaped and volleyed. He was content and
childish. He played. He shaved a swath down the calf of one plump leg.
The drain-pipe was dripping, a dulcet and lively song: drippety drip drip
dribble, drippety drip drip drip. He was enchanted by it. He looked at the
solid tub, the beautiful nickel taps, the tiled walls of the room, and felt
virtuous in the possession of this splendor.
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