| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: his eye on the strange relic. "Cadby was clever at disguise."
Smith snatched the wig from my hands with a certain irritation,
and tried to fit it on the dead detective.
"Too small by inches!" he jerked. "And look how it's padded in the crown.
This thing was made for a most abnormal head."
He threw it down, and fell to pacing the room again.
"Where did you find him--exactly?" he asked.
"Limehouse Reach--under Commercial Dock Pier--exactly an hour ago."
"And you last saw him at eight o'clock last night?"--to Weymouth.
"Eight to a quarter past."
"You think he has been dead nearly twenty-four hours, Petrie?"
The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: abhorrent.
When I did glance down and behold the familiar human
shape in quiet grey or blue clothing, I always felt a curious
relief, though in order to gain this relief I had to conquer an
infinite dread. I shunned mirrors as much as possible, and was
always shaved at the barber's.
It was a long time before I correlated
any of these disappointed feelings with the fleeting, visual impressions
which began to develop. The first such correlation had to do with
the odd sensation of an external, artificial restraint on my memory.
I felt that the snatches of sight I experienced had a profound
Shadow out of Time |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: voice. "I like it. I love waiting! Really--really I do! I'm always
waiting--in all kinds of places..."
Her dark coat fell open, and her white throat--all her soft young body in
the blue dress--was like a flower that is just emerging from its dark bud.
6. LIFE OF MA PARKER.
When the literary gentleman, whose flat old Ma Parker cleaned every
Tuesday, opened the door to her that morning, he asked after her grandson.
Ma Parker stood on the doormat inside the dark little hall, and she
stretched out her hand to help her gentleman shut the door before she
replied. "We buried 'im yesterday, sir," she said quietly.
"Oh, dear me! I'm sorry to hear that," said the literary gentleman in a
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