| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Buttered Side Down by Edna Ferber: rope! That's no relation to the piles of jute that the Flossies
here stack on their heads. And shines! Like satin."
"It ought to," said Gertrude, wearily. "I brush it a hundred
strokes every night. Sometimes I'm so beat that I fall asleep with
my brush in the air. The manager won't stand for any romping curls
or hooks-and-eyes that don't connect. It keeps me so busy being
beautiful, and what the society writers call `well groomed,' that
I don't have time to sew the buttons on my underclothes."
"But don't you get some amusement in the evening?" marveled
Gus. "What was the matter with you and the other girls in the
store? Can't you hit it off?"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson: you will think me fanciful and sentimental; and perhaps indeed I
am; but there is one service that I would beg of you before all
others. You see me set here on the top of this rock in the midst
of your city. Even with what liberty I have, I have the
opportunity to see a myriad roofs, and I dare to say, thirty
leagues of sea and land. All this hostile! Under all these roofs
my enemies dwell; wherever I see the smoke of a house rising, I
must tell myself that some one sits before the chimney and reads
with joy of our reverses. Pardon me, dear friends, I know that you
must do the same, and I do not grudge at it! With you, it is all
different. Show me your house then, were it only the chimney, or,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: l23°43', come upon a coastline of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy
Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible
substance of earth's supreme terror - the nightmare corpse-city
of R'lyeh, that was built in measureless aeons behind history
by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the dark stars.
There lay great Cthulhu and his hordes, hidden in green slimy
vaults and sending out at last, after cycles incalculable, the
thoughts that spread fear to the dreams of the sensitive and called
imperiously to the faithfull to come on a pilgrimage of liberation
and restoration. All this Johansen did not suspect, but God knows
he soon saw enough!
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