| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Art of Writing by Robert Louis Stevenson: and manly virtues. But it is, once more, only a book for
those who have the gift of reading. I will be very frank - I
believe it is so with all good books except, perhaps,
fiction. The average man lives, and must live, so wholly in
convention, that gunpowder charges of the truth are more apt
to discompose than to invigorate his creed. Either he cries
out upon blasphemy and indecency, and crouches the closer
round that little idol of part-truths and part-conveniences
which is the contemporary deity, or he is convinced by what
is new, forgets what is old, and becomes truly blasphemous
and indecent himself. New truth is only useful to supplement
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Damaged Goods by Upton Sinclair: 'Very well,' and he said he would come at once."
George turned away, and put his hands to his forehead. "My poor
little daughter!" he whispered to himself.
"Yes," said the mother, her voice breaking, "she is, indeed, a
poor little daughter!"
A silence fell; for what could words avail in such a situation?
Hearing the door open, Madame Dupont started, for her nerves were
all a-quiver with the strain she had been under. A servant came
in and spoke to her, and she said to George, "It is the doctor.
If you need me, I shall be in the next room."
Her son stood trembling, as if he were waiting the approach of an
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: yak and leading on a noxious horde of leering Shantaks to whose
wings still clung the rime and nitre of the nether pits.
Trapped
though he was by fabulous and hippocephalic winged nightmares
that pressed around in great unholy circles, Randolph Carter did
not lose consciousness. Lofty and horrible those titan gargoyles
towered above him, while the slant-eyed merchant leaped down from
his yak and stood grinning before the captive. Then the man motioned
Carter to mount one of the repugnant Shantaks, helping him up
as his judgement struggled with his loathing. It was hard work
ascending, for the Shantak-bird has scales instead of feathers,
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