| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Master and Man by Leo Tolstoy: 'It's not good for him,' said Vasili Andreevich, munching a
cracknel after emptying his glass.
'Well, then, have some tea,' said the kindly old hostess. 'You
must be chilled through, good soul. Why are you women dawdling
so with the samovar?'
'It is ready,' said one of the young women, and after flicking
with her apron the top of the samovar which was now boiling
over, she carried it with an effort to the table, raised it,
and set it down with a thud.
Meanwhile Vasili Andreevich was telling how he had lost his
way, how they had come back twice to this same village, and how
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Abyssinia by Father Lobo: deafening the neighbouring inhabitants.
The reader will here find no regions cursed with irremediable
barrenness, or blessed with spontaneous fecundity, no perpetual
gloom or unceasing sunshine; nor are the nations here described
either devoid of all sense of humanity, or consummate in all private
and social virtues; here are no Hottentots without religion, polity,
or articulate language, no Chinese perfectly polite, and completely
skilled in all sciences: he will discover, what will always be
discovered by a diligent and impartial inquirer, that wherever human
nature is to be found there is a mixture of vice and virtue, a
contest of passion and reason, and that the Creator doth not appear
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: piped threateningly. Once in a while a wind, sweeping up out of
Cold Spring Glen, would bring a touch of ineffable foetor to the
heavy night air; such a foetor as all three of the watchers had
smelled once before, when they stood above a dying thing that
had passed for fifteen years and a half as a human being. But
the looked-for terror did not appear. Whatever was down there
in the glen was biding its time, and Armitage told his colleagues
it would be suicidal to try to attack it in the dark.
Morning
came wanly, and the night-sounds ceased. It was a grey, bleak
day, with now and then a drizzle of rain; and heavier and heavier
The Dunwich Horror |
