| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Catherine de Medici by Honore de Balzac: "Hates you!"
"Yes, my angel; and if I had not proofs of that feeling such as women
only understand, for they alone know its malignity, I would forgive
her perpetual opposition to our dear love, my darling. Is it my fault
that your father could not endure Mademoiselle Medici or that his son
loves me? The truth is, she hates me so much that if you had not put
yourself into a rage, we should each have had our separate chamber at
Saint-Germain, and also here. She pretended it was the custom of the
kings and queens of France. Custom, indeed! it was your father's
custom, and that is easily understood. As for your grandfather,
Francois, the good man set up the custom for the convenience of his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Time Machine by H. G. Wells: a step dance, in part a skirt-dance (so far as my tail-coat
permitted), and in part original. For I am naturally inventive,
as you know.
`Now, I still think that for this box of matches to have
escaped the wear of time for immemorial years was a most strange,
as for me it was a most fortunate thing. Yet, oddly enough, I
found a far unlikelier substance, and that was camphor. I found
it in a sealed jar, that by chance, I suppose, had been really
hermetically sealed. I fancied at first that it was paraffin
wax, and smashed the glass accordingly. But the odour of camphor
was unmistakable. In the universal decay this volatile substance
The Time Machine |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: afterwards - such a scream as could come from no being born of
earth, or wholly of earth.
Armitage, hastening into some clothing
and rushing across the street and lawn to the college buildings,
saw that others were ahead of him; and heard the echoes of a burglar-alarm
still shrilling from the library. An open window showed black
and gaping in the moonlight. What had come had indeed completed
its entrance; for the barking and the screaming, now fast fading
into a mixed low growling and moaning, proceeded unmistakably
from within. Some instinct warned Armitage that what was taking
place was not a thing for unfortified eyes to see, so he brushed
The Dunwich Horror |
