| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Louis Lambert by Honore de Balzac: pronounce judgment on it by a rapid glance.
A short time before our separation, Lambert said to me:
"Apart from the general laws which I have formulated--and this,
perhaps, will be my glory--laws which must be those of the human
organism, the life of man is Movement determined in each individual by
the pressure of some inscrutable influence--by the brain, the heart,
or the sinews. All the innumerable modes of human existence result
from the proportions in which these three generating forces are more
or less intimately combined with the substances they assimilate in the
environment they live in."
He stopped short, struck his forehead, and exclaimed: "How strange! In
Louis Lambert |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: space toward the cold blue glare of boreal Vega; looking but once
behind him at the clustered and chaotic turrets of the onyx nightmare
wherein still glowed the lone lurid light of that window above
the air and the clouds of earth's dreamland. Great polypous horrors
slid darkly past, and unseen bat wings beat multitudinous around
him, but still he clung to the unwholesome mane of that loathly
and hippocephalic scaled bird. The stars danced mockingly, almost
shifting now and then to form pale signs of doom that one might
wonder one had not seen and feared before; and ever the winds
of nether howled of vague blackness and loneliness beyond the
cosmos.
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dark Lady of the Sonnets by George Bernard Shaw: angrily to her full height, and listens jealously._
THE MAN. _[unaware of the Dark Lady]_ Then cease to make my hands
tremble with the streams of life you pour through them. You hold me
as the lodestar holds the iron: I cannot but cling to you. We are
lost, you and I: nothing can separate us now.
THE DARK LADY. We shall see that, false lying hound, you and your
filthy trull. _[With two vigorous cuffs, she knocks the pair asunder,
sending the man, who is unlucky enough to receive a righthanded blow,
sprawling an the flags]._ Take that, both of you!
THE CLOAKED LADY. _[in towering wrath, throwing off her cloak and
turning in outraged majesty on her assailant]_ High treason!
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