| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On Revenues by Xenophon: and extended so as to render them much more useful to the state. Only
I would premise that I claim no sort of admiration for anything which
I am about to say, as though I had hit upon some recondite discovery.
Since half of what I have to say is at the present moment still patent
to the eyes of all of us, and as to what belongs to past history, if
we are to believe the testimony of our fathers,[10] things were then
much of a piece with what is going on now. No, what is really
marvellous is that the state, with the fact of so many private persons
growing wealthy at her expense, and under her very eyes, should have
failed to imitate them. It is an old story, trite enough to those of
us who have cared to attend to it, how once on a time Nicias, the son
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber: sense it, and began to converse volubly and unintelligibly
with the blue uniformed customs inspector.
They were out of the great shed in an incredibly short time.
Fanny seemed equal to every situation. She had taken the
tube to Hoboken, but now she found a commodious open car,
and drove a shrewd bargain with the chauffeur. She bundled
the three into it. Of the three, perhaps Theodore seemed
the most bewildered and helpless. He clung to his violin
and Fanny.
"I feel like an immigrant," he said. "Fan, you're a wonder.
You don't know how much you look and act like mother. I've
Fanny Herself |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: anomalously in a diagonal way, so that all the rules of matter
and perspective seemed upset.
The aperture was black with a
darkness almost material. That tenebrousness was indeed a positive
quality; for it obscured such parts of the inner walls as ought
to have been revealed, and actually burst forth like smoke from
its aeon-long imprisonment, visibly darkening the sun as it slunk
away into the shrunken and gibbous sky on flapping membraneous
wings. The odour rising from the newly opened depths was intolerable,
and at length the quick-eared Hawkins thought he heard a nasty,
slopping sound down there. Everyone listened, and everyone was
Call of Cthulhu |
