| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Virginibus Puerisque by Robert Louis Stevenson: story-book, and yet all these fat features instinct with
meaning, the fat lips curved and compressed, the nose
combining somehow the dignity of a beak with the good nature
of a bottle, and the very double chin with an air of
intelligence and insight. And all these portraits are so pat
and telling, and look at you so spiritedly from the walls,
that, compared with the sort of living people one sees about
the streets, they are as bright new sovereigns to fishy and
obliterated sixpences. Some disparaging thoughts upon our own
generation could hardly fail to present themselves; but it is
perhaps only the SACER VATES who is wanting; and we also,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: the requisite incisions without violence destructive enough to
upset all the structural niceties he was looking for. He had,
it is true, seven more perfect specimens; but these were too few
to use up recklessly unless the cave might later yield an unlimited
supply. Accordingly he removed the specimen and dragged in one
which, though having remnants of the starfish arrangements at
both ends, was badly crushed and partly disrupted along one of
the great torso furrows.
Results, quickly reported over the
wireless, were baffling and provocative indeed. Nothing like delicacy
or accuracy was possible with instruments hardly able to cut the
At the Mountains of Madness |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake: When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha ha he!'
When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he!'
A CRADLE SONG
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Songs of Innocence and Experience |
