| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Walden by Henry David Thoreau: there. So, also, every one who has waded about the shores of the
pond in summer must have perceived how much warmer the water is
close to the shore, where only three or four inches deep, than a
little distance out, and on the surface where it is deep, than near
the bottom. In spring the sun not only exerts an influence through
the increased temperature of the air and earth, but its heat passes
through ice a foot or more thick, and is reflected from the bottom
in shallow water, and so also warms the water and melts the under
side of the ice, at the same time that it is melting it more
directly above, making it uneven, and causing the air bubbles which
it contains to extend themselves upward and downward until it is
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dark Lady of the Sonnets by George Bernard Shaw: make yourself another. Think of your grave, woman, not ever of being
beautified. All the perfumes of Arabia will not whiten this Tudor
hand.
THE MAN. "All the perfumes of Arabia"! "Beautified"! "Beautified"!
a poem in a single word. Can this be my Mary? _[To the Lady]_ Why
do you speak in a strange voice, and utter poetry for the first time?
Are you ailing? You walk like the dead. Mary! Mary!
THE LADY. _[echoing him]_ Mary! Mary! Who would have thought that
woman to have had so much blood in her! Is it my fault that my
counsellors put deeds of blood on me? Fie! If you were women you
would have more wit than to stain the floor so foully. Hold not up
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: was known of the strange cult-members who had lingered in the
old sea-taverns. Waterfront scum was far too common for special
mentnon; though there was vague talk about one inland trip these
mongrels had made, during which faint drumming and red flame were
noted on the distant hills. In Auckland I learned that Johansen
had returned with yellow hair turned white after a perfunctory
and inconclusive questioning at Sydney, and had thereafter sold
his cottage in West Street and sailed with his wife to his old
home in Oslo. Of his stirring experience he would tell his friends
no more than he had told the admiralty officials, and all they
could do was to give me his Oslo address.
Call of Cthulhu |
