| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: to him the truth of his amazing doctrines. Taking advantage of
the disorganisation of both college work and municipal health
regulations, he managed to get a recently deceased body smuggled
into the university dissecting-room one night, and in my presence
injected a new modification of his solution. The thing actually
opened its eyes, but only stared at the ceiling with a look of
soul-petrifying horror before collapsing into an inertness from
which nothing could rouse it. West said it was not fresh enough
-- the hot summer air does not favour corpses. That time we were
almost caught before we incinerated the thing, and West doubted
the advisability of repeating his daring misuse of the college
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Before Adam by Jack London: mightier than he. The Swift One and I turned and went
away quietly through the trees toward the cave, while
the Folk gathered overhead and showered down abuse and
twigs and branches upon their ancient enemy. He lashed
his tail and snarled, but went on eating.
And in such fashion were we saved. It was a mere
accident--the sheerest accident. Else would I have
died, there in Red-Eye's clutch, and there would have
been no bridging of time to the tune of a thousand
centuries down to a progeny that reads newspapers and
rides on electric cars--ay, and that writes narratives
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Walking by Henry David Thoreau: use to direct our steps to the woods, if they do not carry us
thither. I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile
into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit. In my
afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and
my obligations to Society. But it sometimes happens that I cannot
easily shake off the village. The thought of some work will run
in my head and I am not where my body is--I am out of my senses.
In my walks I would fain return to my senses. What business have
I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods? I
suspect myself, and cannot help a shudder when I find myself so
implicated even in what are called good works--for this may
Walking |
