| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Almayer's Folly by Joseph Conrad: The captain's cabin opened on deck, and Babalatchi sat astride on
the high step, while Ford smoked his pipe on the settee inside.
The steamer was leaving next morning, and the old statesman came
as usual for a last chat.
"We had news from Bali last moon," remarked Babalatchi. "A
grandson is born to the old Rajah, and there is great rejoicing."
Ford sat up interested.
"Yes," went on Babalatchi, in answer to Ford's look. "I told
him. That was before he began to smoke."
"Well, and what?" asked Ford.
"I escaped with my life," said Babalatchi, with perfect gravity,
Almayer's Folly |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: legions. The call of the clan had been given, and before the foul
procession had time even to be frightened a cloud of smothering
fur and a phalanx of murderous claws were tidally and tempestuously
upon it. The flutes stopped, and there were shrieks in the night.
Dying almost-humans screamed, and cats spit and yowled and roared,
but the toad-things made never a sound as their stinking green
ichor oozed fatally upon that porous earth with the obscene fungi.
It was a stupendous sight while the torches lasted, and Carter
had never before seen so many cats. Black, grey, and white; yellow,
tiger, and mixed; common, Persian, and Marix; Thibetan, Angora,
and Egyptian; all were there in the fury of battle, and there
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: he went on, seeing that the elderly spinster was scrutinizing him
intently, "have you any objection to some feature in my face,
that you are making those lynx eyes at me? Just let me know, and
I will have it changed to oblige you . . . We shall not fall out
about it, Poiret, I dare say?" he added, winking at the
superannuated clerk.
"Bless my soul, you ought to stand as model for a burlesque
Hercules," said the young painter.
"I will, upon my word! if Mlle. Michonneau will consent to sit as
the Venus of Pere-Lachaise," replied Vautrin.
"There's Poiret," suggested Bianchon.
Father Goriot |
