| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: "Oh! I mean does she have a day sometimes when she gets ready for company and
expects to have people come and see her, the way ladies do in town?"
"Well, no, miss; she don't do tbat, for, tin to one, nobody'd come if she did.
We belongs to the workin' classes, Molly and I, and we has no time for the
doing of the loikes of city people."
"I'm sorry she hasn't a day," said Tattine, "because--because--"
"If ye're maning that you'd like to give us a call, miss," said Patrick,
beginning to take in the situation, "shure she could have a day at home as
aisy as the foinest lady, and proud indeed she'd be to have it with your
little self for the guest of honor."
"I would like to bring Rudolph and Mabel, Patrick."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: and the evil moon and the shards of an unguessed past. I drew
close and paused, and cast the added light of my electric torch
over the tumbled pile. A hillock had blown away, leaving a low,
irregularly round mass of megaliths and smaller fragments some
forty feet across and from two to eight feet high.
From the
very outset I realized that there was some utterly unprecedented
quality about those stones. Not only was the mere number of them
quite without parallel, but something in the sandworn traces of
design arrested me as I scanned them under the mingled beams of
the moon and my torch.
Shadow out of Time |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde: "Wait for an answer," he said, handing it to him, "and show the men in here."
In two or three minutes there was another knock, and Mr. Hubbard himself,
the celebrated frame-maker of South Audley Street, came in with a
somewhat rough-looking young assistant. Mr. Hubbard was a florid,
red-whiskered little man, whose admiration for art was considerably tempered
by the inveterate impecuniosity of most of the artists who dealt with him.
As a rule, he never left his shop. He waited for people to come to him.
But he always made an exception in favour of Dorian Gray. There was
something about Dorian that charmed everybody. It was a pleasure even to
see him.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Gray?" he said, rubbing his fat freckled hands.
The Picture of Dorian Gray |
