| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: threshold, and jambs around it, though they could not decide whether
it lay flat like a trap-door or slantwise like an outside cellar-door.
As Wilcox would have said, the geometry of the place was all wrong.
One could not be sure that the sea and the ground were horizontal,
hence the relative position of everything else seemed phantasmally
variable.
Briden pushed at the stone in several places without
result. Then Donovan felt over it delicately around the edge,
pressing each point separately as he went. He climbed interminably
along the grotesque stone moulding - that is, one would call it
climbing if the thing was not after all horizontal - and the men
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Trooper Peter Halket of Mashonaland by Olive Schreiner: have the Transvaal, I shall buy God Almighty Himself, if I care to!'
"Then say to him this one thing only, 'Thy money perish with thee!' and
leave him."
There was a dead silence for a moment. Then the stranger stretched forth
his hand. 'Yet in that leaving him, remember;--It is not the act, but the
will, which marks the soul of the man. He who has crushed a nation sins no
more than he who rejoices in the death throe of the meanest creature. The
stagnant pool is not less poisonous drop for drop than the mighty swamp,
though its reach be smaller. He who has desired to be and accomplish what
this man has been and accomplished, is as this man; though he have lacked
the power to perform. Nay, remember this one thing more:--Certain sons of
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Lover's Complaint by William Shakespeare: Religious love put out religion's eye:
Not to be tempted, would she be immur'd,
And now, to tempt all, liberty procur'd.
'How mighty then you are, O hear me tell!
The broken bosoms that to me belong
Have emptied all their fountains in my well,
And mine I pour your ocean all among:
I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,
Must for your victory us all congest,
As compound love to physic your cold breast.
'My parts had pow'r to charm a sacred nun,
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