| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Profits of Religion by Upton Sinclair: diocese of Monterey and Los Angeles.
And then, a month later, comes another occasion of state--the
Twenty-third Annual-Banquet of the Merchants' and Manufacturers'
Association of Los Angeles. I should have to write a little essay
to make clear the sociological significance of that function;
explaining first, a nation-wide organization which has been
proven by congressional investigation and by the publication of
its secret documents to be a machine for the corruption of our
political life; and then exhibiting our "City of the Angels",
from which all Angels have long since fled; a city in the first
crude stage of land speculation, without order, dignity or charm;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lamentable Tragedy of Locrine and Mucedorus by William Shakespeare: weeping,
come you to lament,
O Colliers of Croyden, and rustics of Royden,
and fishers of Kent;
For Strumbo the cobbler, the fine merry cobbler
of Cathnes town:
At this same stour, at this very hour,
lies dead on the ground.
O master, thieves, thieves, thieves.
STRUMBO.
Where be they? cox me tunny, bobekin! let me
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: as those Lake had just mentioned. At the moment I felt sorry that
I had ever read the abhorred Necronomicon, or talked so much with
that unpleasantly erudite folklorist Wilmarth at the university.
This mood undoubtedly served to aggravate my reaction to the
bizarre mirage which burst upon us from the increasingly opalescent
zenith as we drew near the mountains and began to make out the
cumulative undulations of the foothills. I had seen dozens of
polar mirages during the preceding weeks, some of them quite as
uncanny and fantastically vivid as the present example; but this
one had a wholly novel and obscure quality of menacing symbolism,
and I shuddered as the seething labyrinth of fabulous walls and
At the Mountains of Madness |
