| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: as that of a carved image of oblivion. Inwardly he felt himself
torn to pieces, but Ali--who now aroused--stood close to his
master, saw on his features the blank expression of those who
live in that hopeless calm which sightless eyes only can give.
The canoe disappeared, and Almayer stood motionless with his eyes
fixed on its wake. Ali from under the shade of his hand examined
the coast curiously. As the sun declined, the sea-breeze sprang
up from the northward and shivered with its breath the glassy
surface of the water.
"Dapat!" exclaimed Ali, joyously. "Got him, master! Got prau!
Not there! Look more Tanah Mirrah side. Aha! That way!
Almayer's Folly |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: not of earth - or at least not of tridimensional earth - rushed
foetid and horrible through New England's glens, and brooded obscenely
on the mountain tops. Of this he had long felt certain. Now he
seemed to sense the close presence of some terrible part of the
intruding horror, and to glimpse a hellish advance in the black
dominion of the ancient and once passive nightmare. He locked
away the Necronomicon with a shudder of disgust, but the room
still reeked with an unholy and unidentifiable stench. 'As a foulness
shall ye know them,' he quoted. Yes - the odour was the same as
that which had sickened him at the Whateley farmhouse less than
three years before. He thought of Wilbur, goatish and ominous,
The Dunwich Horror |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Several Works by Edgar Allan Poe: the bones, we perceived a still interior recess, in depth
about four feet in width three, in height six or seven. It seemed
to have been constructed for no especial use within itself, but
formed merely the interval between two of the colossal supports of
the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their
circumscribing walls of solid granite.
It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch,
endeavoured to pry into the depth of the recess. Its termination
the feeble light did not enable us to see.
"Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. As for
Luchesi--"
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