| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Massimilla Doni by Honore de Balzac: never even kissed her hand or her brow, and she knew nothing whatever
of the poor old nobleman's intentions with regard to her. The girl had
at last as complete control of the old gentleman as a mother has of
her child; she would tell him when he wanted clean linen; next day he
would come without a shirt, and she would give him a clean one to put
on in the morning.
He never looked at a woman either in the theatre or out walking.
Though he was the descendant of an old patrician family he never
thought his rank worth mentioning. But at night, after twelve, he
awoke from his apathy, talked, and showed that he had seen and heard
everything. This peaceful Diogenes, quite incapable of explaining his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from What is Man? by Mark Twain: presents for servants and friends! They are everywhere; tables,
chairs, sofas, the floor--everything is occupied, and over-
occupied. It is many and many a year since I have seen the like.
In that ancient day Mrs. Clemens and I used to slip softly into
the nursery at midnight on Christmas Eve and look the array of
presents over. The children were little then. And now here is
Jean's parlor looking just as that nursery used to look. The
presents are not labeled--the hands are forever idle that would
have labeled them today. Jean's mother always worked herself
down with her Christmas preparations. Jean did the same
yesterday and the preceding days, and the fatigue has cost her
What is Man? |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: stretched from a dubious birth to a cloud of probable matricide,
felt a wave of fright as tangible as a draught of the tomb's cold
clamminess. The bent, goatish giant before him seemed like the
spawn of another planet or dimension; like something only partly
of mankind, and linked to black gulfs of essence and entity that
stretch like titan phantasms beyond all spheres of force and matter,
space and time. Presently Wilbur raised his head and began speaking
in that strange, resonant fashion which hinted at sound-producing
organs unlike the run of mankind's.
'Mr Armitage,' he said,
'I calc'late I've got to take that book home. They's things in
The Dunwich Horror |
