| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: But most of the
tales and impressions concerned a relatively late race, of a queer
and intricate shape, resembling no life-form known to science,
which had lived till only fifty million years before the advent
of man. This, they indicated, was the greatest race of all because
it alone had conquered the secret of time.
It had learned all
things that ever were known or ever would be known on the earth,
through the power of its keener minds to project themselves into
the past and future, even through gulfs of millions of years,
and study the lore of every age. From the accomplishments of this
Shadow out of Time |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer: He will not fail twice."
CHAPTER XII
IT was the night following that of the double tragedy at Rowan House.
Nayland Smith, with Inspector Weymouth, was engaged in some mysterious inquiry
at the docks, and I had remained at home to resume my strange chronicle.
And--why should I not confess it?--my memories had frightened me.
I was arranging my notes respecting the case of Sir Lionel Barton.
They were hopelessly incomplete. For instance, I had jotted down
the following queries:--(1) Did any true parallel exist between the death
of M. Page le Roi and the death of Kwee, the Chinaman, and of Strozza?
(2) What had become of the mummy of Mekara? (3) How had the murderer
The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from 1984 by George Orwell: into him. He spun round just in time to see Mrs Parsons dragging her son
back into the doorway while the boy pocketed a catapult.
'Goldstein!' bellowed the boy as the door closed on him. But what most
struck Winston was the look of helpless fright on the woman's greyish face.
Back in the flat he stepped quickly past the telescreen and sat down at the
table again, still rubbing his neck. The music from the telescreen had
stopped. Instead, a clipped military voice was reading out, with a sort of
brutal relish, a description of the armaments of the new Floating Fortress
which had just been anchored between Iceland and the Faroe lslands.
With those children, he thought, that wretched woman must lead a life of
terror. Another year, two years, and they would be watching her night
1984 |
