| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: it was fairly well isolated, and as near as possible to the potter’s
field.
Reticence such as this is seldom without a cause, nor
indeed was ours; for our requirements were those resulting from
a life-work distinctly unpopular. Outwardly we were doctors only,
but beneath the surface were aims of far greater and more terrible
moment -- for the essence of Herbert West’s existence was a quest
amid black and forbidden realms of the unknown, in which he hoped
to uncover the secret of life and restore to perpetual animation
the graveyard’s cold clay. Such a quest demands strange materials,
among them fresh human bodies; and in order to keep supplied with
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Emma McChesney & Co. by Edna Ferber: his lack-luster eyes, and she thought of Jock and was happy.
Mrs. McChesney knew that she might visit the magnificent Buenos
Aires shop of Pages y Hernandez day after day for months without
ever obtaining a glimpse of either Pages or Hernandez. And here
was Senor Pages, so near that she could reach out and touch him
from her deck chair. Here was opportunity! A caller who had
never been obliged to knock twice at Emma McChesney's door.
Her methods were so simple that she herself smiled at them. She
donned her choicest suit of white serge that she had been saving
for shore wear. Its skirt had been cut by the very newest trick.
Its coat was the kind to make you go home and get out your own
Emma McChesney & Co. |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad: Good Lord! mustn't a man ever--Here, give me some tobacco."
. . .
There was a pause of profound stillness, then a match flared,
and Marlow's lean face appeared, worn, hollow, with downward folds
and dropped eyelids, with an aspect of concentrated attention;
and as he took vigorous draws at his pipe, it seemed to retreat
and advance out of the night in the regular flicker of tiny flame.
The match went out.
"Absurd!" he cried. "This is the worst of trying to tell. . . . Here you
all are, each moored with two good addresses, like a hulk with two anchors,
a butcher round one corner, a policeman round another, excellent appetites,
Heart of Darkness |
