| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: has to move about and haul, either by falling or by walking, even
as the rope-maker steps backwards when working his hemp. The
activity now displayed on the drill-ground is a preparation for the
approaching dispersal. The travellers are packing up.
Soon we see a few Spiders trotting briskly between the table and
the open window. They are running in mid-air. But on what? If
the light fall favourably, I manage to see, at moments, behind the
tiny animal, a thread resembling a ray of light, which appears for
an instant, gleams and disappears. Behind, therefore, there is a
mooring, only just perceptible, if you look very carefully; but, in
front, towards the window, there is nothing to be seen at all.
The Life of the Spider |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poor and Proud by Oliver Optic: to sell candy."
"I am," replied Simon, with dignity.
"Then yours is a foolish pride," replied Katy, with a smile to
soften the hard words; and she walked away toward her own house.
She felt thankful that she had no such pride as Simon's; and she
had reason to be thankful for when any person is too proud to do
the work which God has placed within his reach, he becomes a
pitiable object, and honest men will regard him with contempt.
Katy had to work very hard that evening, in making candy for her
assistants to sell, and it was nine o'clock before she was ready
to go to bed.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: 2, p. 45-50.
I shall never forget that hideous summer sixteen
years ago, when like a noxious afrite from the halls of Eblis
typhoid stalked leeringly through Arkham. It is by that satanic
scourge that most recall the year, for truly terror brooded with
bat-wings over the piles of coffins in the tombs of Christchurch
Cemetery; yet for me there is a greater horror in that time --
a horror known to me alone now that Herbert West has disappeared.
West and I were doing post-graduate work in summer classes at
the medical school of Miskatonic University, and my friend had
attained a wide notoriety because of his experiments leading toward
Herbert West: Reanimator |
