| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells: life which plague us all so relentlessly nowadays are supposed to be
silenced. He lifts his chin and pursues his Aim explicitly in the
sight of all men. Those who have no real political experience can
scarcely imagine the immense mental and moral strain there is
between one's everyday acts and utterances on the one hand and the
"thinking-out" process on the other. It is perplexingly difficult
to keep in your mind, fixed and firm, a scheme essentially complex,
to keep balancing a swaying possibility while at the same time under
jealous, hostile, and stupid observation you tread your part in the
platitudinous, quarrelsome, ill-presented march of affairs. . . .
The most impossible of all autobiographies is an intellectual
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Princess of Parms by Edgar Rice Burroughs: in a little over seven and one-half hours, so that she may be
seen hurtling through the sky like some huge meteor two or
three times each night, revealing all her phases during each
transit of the heavens.
The further moon revolves about Mars in something over
thirty and one-quarter hours, and with her sister satellite
makes a nocturnal Martian scene one of splendid and weird
grandeur. And it is well that nature has so graciously and
abundantly lighted the Martian night, for the green men of
Mars, being a nomadic race without high intellectual development,
have but crude means for artificial lighting; depending
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: thought that Leng must be known to these formless abominations
from the moon.
But the Shantak flew on past the fires and the
stone huts and the less than human dancers, and soared over sterile
hills of grey granite and dim wastes of rock and ice and snow.
Day came, and the phosphorescence of low clouds gave place to
the misty twilight of that northern world, and still the vile
bird winged meaningly through the cold and silence. At times the
slant-eyed man talked with his steed in a hateful and guttural
language, and the Shantak would answer with tittering tones that
rasped like the scratching of ground glass. AlI this while the
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