| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Hellenica by Xenophon: to the six regiments already on foreign service. Hitherto the Phocian
campaign had only drawn upon the thirty-five-years-service list.
Besides these they now ordered out on active service the troops
retained at the beginning of the campaign in attendance on the
magistrates at the government offices. Agesilaus being still disabled
by his infirmity, the city imposed the duty of command upon his son
Archidamus. The new general found eager co-operators in the men of
Tegea. The friends of Stasippus at this date were still living,[19]
and they were stanch in their Lacedaemonian proclivities, and wielded
considerable power in their state. Not less stoutly did the Mantineans
from their villages under their aristocratic form of government flock
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from House of Mirth by Edith Wharton: bridesmaids' dresses. She had it straight from Julia Melson that
they cost three hundred dollars apiece at Celeste's, but she says
they didn't look it. I'm glad you decided not to be a
bridesmaid; that shade of salmon-pink wouldn't have suited you."
Mrs. Peniston delighted in discussing the minutest details of
festivities in which she had not taken part. Nothing would have
induced her to undergo the exertion and fatigue of attending the
Van Osburgh wedding, but so great was her interest in the event
that, having heard two versions of it, she now prepared to
extract a third from her niece. Lily, however, had been
deplorably careless in noting the particulars of the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: reactions might have brought.
"South Station Under - Washington
Under - Park Street Under-Kendall - Central - Harvard - " The
poor fellow was chanting the familiar stations of the Boston-Cambridge
tunnel that burrowed through our peaceful native soil thousands
of miles away in New England, yet to me the ritual had neither
irrelevance nor home feeling. It had only horror, because I knew
unerringly the monstrous, nefandous analogy that had suggested
it. We had expected, upon looking back, to see a terrible and
incredible moving entity if the mists were thin enough; but of
that entity we had formed a clear idea. What we did see - for
At the Mountains of Madness |
