| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: thorns, and beneath it stood a lectern, and on the same side the
prosecuting attorney's desk. On the left, opposite the desk, was
the secretary's table, and in front of it, nearer the public, an
oak grating, with the prisoners' bench, as yet unoccupied, behind
it. Besides all this, there were on the right side of the
platform high-backed ashwood chairs for the jury, and on the
floor below tables for the advocates. All this was in the front
part of the court, divided from the back by a grating.
The back was all taken up by seats in tiers. Sitting on the front
seats were four women, either servant or factory girls, and two
working men, evidently overawed by the grandeur of the room, and
Resurrection |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: of the crazed Italian than of the police.
"We’d better both
go," he whispered. "It wouldn’t do not to answer it anyway, and
it may be a patient -- it would be like one of those fools to
try the back door."
So we both went down the stairs on tiptoe,
with a fear partly justified and partly that which comes only
from the soul of the weird small hours. The rattling continued,
growing somewhat louder. When we reached the door I cautiously
unbolted it and threw it open, and as the moon streamed revealingly
down on the form silhouetted there, West did a peculiar thing.
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa: mother did."
"Now let us dig the hole, pull the grass, and gather sticks,"
cried Iktomi in glee.
Thus with his own hands he aids in making his grave. After
the hole was dug and cushioned with grass, Iktomi, muttering
something about brown spots, leaped down into it. Lengthwise, flat
on his back, he lay. While the fawn covered him over with cedars,
a far-away voice came up through them, "Brown, brown spots to wear
forever!" A red ember was tucked under the dry grass. Off
scampered the fawns after their mothers; and when a great distance
away they looked backward. They saw a blue smoke rising, writhing
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