| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: me so thickly and vividly. Such a record, I argued, was of genuine
value as a psychological document. The glimpses still seemed damnably
like memories, though I fought off this impression with a goodly
measure of success.
In writing, I treated the phantasmata as
things seen; but at all other times I brushed them aside like
any gossamer illusions of the night. I had never mentioned such
matters in common conversation; though reports of them, filtering
out as such things will, had aroused sundry rumors regarding my
mental health. It is amusing to reflect that these rumors were
confined wholly to laymen, without a single champion among physicians
Shadow out of Time |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Snow Image by Nathaniel Hawthorne: as much a child as Violet and Peony."
And in one sense so she was, for all through life she had kept
her heart full of childlike simplicity and faith, which was as
pure and clear as crystal; and, looking at all matters through
this transparent medium, she sometimes saw truths so profound
that other people laughed at them as nonsense and absurdity.
But now kind Mr. Lindsey had entered the garden, breaking away
from his two children, who still sent their shrill voices after
him, beseeching him to let the snow-child stay and enjoy herself
in the cold west-wind. As he approached, the snow-birds took to
flight. The little white damsel, also, fled backward, shaking her
The Snow Image |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Margret Howth: A Story of To-day by Rebecca Harding Davis: window: the dull waste of snow looked to him as hopeless and
vague as his own life.
"I have deserved it," he muttered to himself. "It is too late to
amend."
Some light touch thrilled his arm.
"Is it too late, Stephen?" whispered a childish voice.
The strong man trembled, looking at the little dark figure
standing near him.
"We were both wrong: I have been untrue, selfish. More than you.
Stephen, help me to be a better girl; let us be friends again."
She went back unconsciously to the old words of their quarrels
Margret Howth: A Story of To-day |
