|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft:
to mutter such things, for she was a lone creature given to wandering
amidst thunderstorms in the hills and trying to read the great
odorous books which her father had inherited through two centuries
of Whateleys, and which were fast falling to pieces with age and
wormholes. She had never been to school, but was filled with disjointed
scraps of ancient lore that Old Whateley had taught her. The remote
farmhouse had always been feared because of Old Whateley's reputation
for black magic, and the unexplained death by violence of Mrs
Whateley when Lavinia was twelve years old had not helped to make
the place popular. Isolated among strange influences, Lavinia
was fond of wild and grandiose day-dreams and singular occupations;
The Dunwich Horror
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Emma by Jane Austen:
whose society was dearest to her, occurred again and again,
she did not know that she might not have been tempted to accept.
Harriet was to be there in the evening, and the Bateses. They had
been speaking of it as they walked about Highbury the day before,
and Frank Churchill had most earnestly lamented her absence.
Might not the evening end in a dance? had been a question of his.
The bare possibility of it acted as a farther irritation on her spirits;
and her being left in solitary grandeur, even supposing the omission
to be intended as a compliment, was but poor comfort.
It was the arrival of this very invitation while the Westons were
at Hartfield, which made their presence so acceptable; for though her
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Emerald City of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
was exquisitely carved and studded with jewels. The King's chair was
an especially pretty piece of furniture, being in the shape of a
silver lily with one leaf bent over to form the seat. The silver
was everywhere thickly encrusted with diamonds and the seat was
upholstered in white satin.
"Oh, what a splendid chair!" cried Dorothy, clasping her hands admiringly.
"Isn't it?" answered the King, proudly. "It is my favorite seat, and I
think it especially becoming to my complexion. While I think of it, I
wish you'd ask Glinda to let me keep this lily chair when I go away."
"It wouldn't look very well in a hole in the ground, would it?"
The Emerald City of Oz