| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: archtypes are in us, and eternal. How else should the recital
of that which we know in a waking sense to be false come to affect
us all? Is it that we naturally conceive terror from such objects,
considered in their capacity of being able to inflict upon us
bodily injury? O, least of all! These terrors are of older standing.
They date beyond body - or without the body, they would have been
the same... That the kind of fear here treated is purely spiritual
- that it is strong in proportion as it is objectless on earth,
that it predominates in the period of our sinless infancy - are
difficulties the solution of which might afford some probable
insight into our ante-mundane condition, and a peep at least into
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Life on the Mississippi by Mark Twain: of this kind warrants the person to take the property, if found.
And then the negro becomes a property in trust, when, therefore,
they sold the negro, it only became a breach of trust, not stealing;
and for a breach of trust, the owner of the property can only have redress
by a civil action, which was useless, as the damages were never paid.
It may be inquired, how it was that Murel escaped Lynch law under
such circumstances This will be easily understood when it is stated
that he had MORE THAN A THOUSAND SWORN CONFEDERATES, all ready at
a moment's notice to support any of the gang who might be in trouble.
The names of all the principal confederates of Murel were obtained
from himself, in a manner which I shall presently explain.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we;
This way fall I to death.
QUEEN.
This way for me.
[Exeunt severally.]
SCENE III. A Bedchamber.
[Enter the KING, SALISBURY, and WARWICK, to the CARDINAL in bed.]
KING.
How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign.
CARDINAL.
If thou be'st Death, I'll give thee England's treasure,
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