| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert: continued the delicacy of the stones which loaded her fingers; the two
clasps of her tunic raised her breasts somewhat and brought them
closer together, and he in thought lost himself in the narrow interval
between them whence there fell a thread holding a plate of emeralds
which could be seen lower down beneath the violet gauze. She had as
earrings two little sapphire scales, each supporting a hollow pearl
filled with liquid scent. A little drop would fall every moment
through the holes in the pearl and moisten her naked shoulder. Matho
watched it fall.
He was carried away by ungovernable curiosity; and, like a child
laying his hand upon a strange fruit, he tremblingly and lightly
Salammbo |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Life in the Iron-Mills by Rebecca Davis: evil; fermented, instead, carried up the heaving, cloggy mass.
Think back through history, and you will know it. What will
this lowest deep--thieves, Magdalens, negroes--do with the light
filtered through ponderous Church creeds, Baconian theories,
Goethe schemes? Some day, out of their bitter need will be
thrown up their own light-bringer,--their Jean Paul, their
Cromwell, their Messiah."
"Bah!" was the Doctor's inward criticism. However, in practice,
he adopted the theory; for, when, night and morning, afterwards,
he prayed that power might be given these degraded souls to
rise, he glowed at heart, recognizing an accomplished duty.
Life in the Iron-Mills |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: to learn too much. Whether I shall go as he did remains to be
seen, for I have learned much now.
III. The Madness from the
Sea
If heaven ever wishes to grant me a boon, it will be a total
effacing of the results of a mere chance which fixed my eye on
a certain stray piece of shelf-paper. It was nothing on which
I would naturally have stumbled in the course of my daily round,
for it was an old number of an Australian journal, the Sydney
Bulletin for April 18, 1925. It had escaped even the cutting bureau
which had at the time of its issuance been avidly collecting material
Call of Cthulhu |
