| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister: what must always go with it in my mind, the quiet and strange romance
which I saw happen, and came finally to share in. Why it is that my Aunt
no longer wishes to know either the boy or the girl, or even to hear
their names mentioned, you shall learn at the end, when I have finished
with the wedding; for this happy story of love ends with a wedding, and
begins in the Woman's Exchange, which the ladies of Kings Port have
established, and (I trust) lucratively conduct, in Royal Street.
Royal Street! There's a relevance in this name, a fitness to my errand;
but that is pure accident.
The Woman's Exchange happened to be there, a decorous resort for those
who became hungry, as I did, at the hour of noon each day. In my very
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: the dark; yet despite the worst of them I believe I can myself
relate the most hideous thing of all -- the shocking, the unnatural,
the unbelievable horror from the shadows.
In 1915 I was a physician
with the rank of First Lieutenant in a Canadian regiment in Flanders,
one of many Americans to precede the government itself into the
gigantic struggle. I had not entered the army on my own initiative,
but rather as a natural result of the enlistment of the man whose
indispensable assistant I was -- the celebrated Boston surgical
specialist, Dr. Herbert West. Dr. West had been avid for a chance
to serve as surgeon in a great war, and when the chance had come,
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf: She does command, she isn't nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule
and control. It's time that she should give all this to some one who
will need her when we aren't there, save in our spirits, for whatever
people say, I'm sure I shall come back to this wonderful world where
one's been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see
myself stretching out my hands for another present from the great
Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though
they are rarer now, perhaps, and between the branches one sees no
longer the blue sky, but the stars and the tops of the mountains.
"One doesn't know any more, does one? One hasn't any advice to give
one's children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision
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