| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker: useful travel--silence and isolation as well as speed. There is
nothing to obstruct the view of those travelling and no one to
overhear what they may say. I have used that trap for a quarter of
a century, and I never saw one more suitable for travel. You shall
test it shortly. We are going to drive through the heart of
England; and as we go I'll tell you what I was speaking of last
night. Our route is to be by Salisbury, Bath, Bristol, Cheltenham,
Worcester, Stafford; and so home."
Adam remained silent a few minutes, during which he seemed all eyes,
for he perpetually ranged the whole circle of the horizon.
"Has our journey to-day, sir," he asked, "any special relation to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: to some one who IS running a business, and draw a salary without
a share like I offer you. Much sense in that! It comes out of
the swindle as you call it--just the same."
"Some businesses are straight and quiet, anyhow; supply a sound
article that is really needed, don't shout advertisements."
"No, George. There you're behind the times. The last of that
sort was sold up 'bout five years ago."
"Well, there's scientific research."
"And who pays for that? Who put up that big City and Guilds
place at South Kensington? Enterprising business men! They
fancy they'll have a bit of science going on, they want a handy
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Misalliance by George Bernard Shaw: THE MAN. What if I do? What has that to do with your infamy and my
mother's doom?
TARLETON. There, you see! Doom! Thats not good sense; but it's
literature. Now it happens that I'm a tremendous reader: always was.
When I was your age I read books of that sort by the bushel: the Doom
sort, you know. It's odd, isnt it, that you and I should be like one
another in that respect? Can you account for it in any way?
THE MAN. No. What are you driving at?
TARLETON. Well, do you know who your father was?
THE MAN. I see what you mean now. You dare set up to be my father.
Thank heaven Ive not a drop of your vile blood in my veins.
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