| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Pair of Blue Eyes by Thomas Hardy: 'We cannot be married here to-day, my Elfie! I ought to have known
it and stayed here. In my ignorance I did not. I have the
licence, but it can only be used in my parish in London. I only
came down last night, as you know.'
'What shall we do?' she said blankly.
'There's only one thing we can do, darling.'
'What's that?'
'Go on to London by a train just starting, and be married there
to-morrow.'
'Passengers for the 11.5 up-train take their seats!' said a
guard's voice on the platform.
A Pair of Blue Eyes |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Adieu by Honore de Balzac: every day, every moment! I love too well! I could still bear all, if,
in her madness, she had kept her woman's nature. But to see her always
a savage, devoid even of modesty, to see her--"
"You want opera madness, do you? something picturesque and pleasing,"
said the doctor, bitterly. "Your love and your devotion yield before a
prejudice. Monsieur, I have deprived myself for your sake of the sad
happiness of watching over my niece; I have left to you the pleasure
of playing with her; I have kept for myself the heaviest cares. While
you have slept, I have watched, I have-- Go, monsieur, go! abandon
her! leave this sad refuge. I know how to live with that dear darling
creature; I comprehend her madness, I watch her gestures, I know her
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: of a rotting wall intensified by its hint of morbid habitation
a depression which every malformed tree and every fungous islet
combined to create. At length the squatter settlement, a miserable
huddle of huts, hove in sight; and hysterical dwellers ran out
to cluster around the group of bobbing lanterns. The muffled beat
of tom-toms was now faintly audible far, far ahead; and a curdling
shriek came at infrequent intervals when the wind shifted. A reddish
glare, too, seemed to filter through pale undergrowth beyond the
endless avenues of forest night. Reluctant even to be left alone
again, each one of the cowed squatters refused point-blank to
advance another inch toward the scene of unholy worship, so Inspector
Call of Cthulhu |
