| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Hermione's Little Group of Serious Thinkers by Don Marquis: sues me! Some day It will clutch me and tear me
and devour my Soul! Some day I will be a Popu-
lar Writer!"
It is my own impression that Fothergil's fears
are exaggerated; but they are very real to him. He
visualizes his own soul as a fugitive climbing higher
and higher, running faster and faster, to escape
this Beast. Perhaps Fothergil secretly hopes that
the speed of his gong will induce combustion, and
he will leap from the topmost hills of Art, flaming,
directly into the heavens, there to burn and shine
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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: savagely and frigidly from that abominable gulf whence the obscene
whistling came.
There are memories of leaping and lurching over
obstacles of every sort, with that torrent of wind and shrieking
sound growing moment by moment, and seeming to curl and twist
purposefully around me as it struck out wickedly from the spaces
behind and beneath.
Though in my rear, that wind had the odd
effect of hindering instead of aiding my progress; as if it acted
like a noose or lasso thrown around me. Heedless of the noise
I made, I clattered over a great barrier of blocks and was again
Shadow out of Time |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from New Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson: To where the flags are flying beside the Gates of Gold.
Where all the deep-sea galleons ride that come to bring the corn,
Where falls the fog at eventide and blows the breeze at morn;
It's there that I was sick and sad, alone and poor and cold,
In yon distressful city beside the Gates of Gold.
I slept as one that nothing knows; but far along my way,
Before the morning God rose and planned the coming day;
Afar before me forth he went, as through the sands of old,
And chose the friends to help me beside the Gates of Gold.
I have been near, I have been far, my back's been at the wall,
Yet aye and ever shone the star to guide me through it all:
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