| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: dreams in many phases, so that certain dream-fragments were explained
in advance and formed verifications of what I had learned. This
consolingly established my belief that similar reading and research,
accomplished by my secondary self, had formed the source of the
whole terrible fabric of pseudomemories.
The period of my dreams,
apparently, was one somewhat less than 150,000,000 years ago,
when the Palaeozoic age was giving place to the Mesozoic. The
bodies occupied by the Great Race represented no surviving - or
even scientifically known-line of terrestrial evolution, but were
of a peculiar, closely homogeneous, and highly specialised organic
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: produced for Pemberton an embarrassment; it raised in a shadowy
form a question - this was the first glimpse of it - destined to
play a singular and, as he imagined, owing to the altogether
peculiar conditions, an unprecedented part in his intercourse with
his little companion. Later, when he found himself talking with
the youngster in a way in which few youngsters could ever have been
talked with, he thought of that clumsy moment on the bench at Nice
as the dawn of an understanding that had broadened. What had added
to the clumsiness then was that he thought it his duty to declare
to Morgan that he might abuse him, Pemberton, as much as he liked,
but must never abuse his parents. To this Morgan had the easy
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Burning Daylight by Jack London: naked sides showed signs of goring and perforating that even the
mantle of snow could not hide. Beneath him, in every direction
were the cabins of men. But not many men were visible. A
blanket of smoke filled the valleys and turned the gray day to
melancholy twilight. Smoke arose from a thousand holes in the
snow, where, deep down on bed-rock, in the frozen muck and
gravel, men crept and scratched and dug, and ever built more
fires to break the grip of the frost. Here and there, where new
shafts were starting, these fires flamed redly. Figures of men
crawled out of the holes, or disappeared into them, or, on raised
platforms of hand-hewn timber, windlassed the thawed gravel to
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