| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mrs. Warren's Profession by George Bernard Shaw: two described above would have a monopoly of the theatre as far
as sexual interest is concerned.
What is more, the repulsiveness of the worst of the certified
plays would protect the Censorship against effective exposure and
criticism. Not long ago an American Review of high standing
asked me for an article on the Censorship of the English stage.
I replied that such an article would involve passages too
disagreeable for publication in a magazine for general family
reading. The editor persisted nevertheless; but not until he had
declared his readiness to face this, and had pledged himself to
insert the article unaltered (the particularity of the pledge
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift: a discontented party. So, for example, if I should say, in a
letter to a friend, 'Our brother Tom has just got the piles,' a
skilful decipherer would discover, that the same letters which
compose that sentence, may be analysed into the following words,
'Resist--, a plot is brought home--The tour.' And this is the
anagrammatic method."
The professor made me great acknowledgments for communicating
these observations, and promised to make honourable mention of me
in his treatise.
I saw nothing in this country that could invite me to a longer
continuance, and began to think of returning home to England.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: remarking the strange pallor on the Fleming's face, he added:--
"You need not be uneasy; you are more valuable to bleed than to kill.
You can get out of the claws of MY justice by payment of a good round
sum to my treasury, but if you don't build at least one chapel in
honor of the Virgin, you are likely to find things hot for you
throughout eternity."
"Twelve hundred and thirty, and eighty-seven thousand crowns, make
thirteen hundred and seventeen thousand crowns," replied Cornelius
mechanically, absorbed in his calculations. "Thirteen hundred and
seventeen thousand crowns hidden somewhere!"
"He must have buried them in some hiding-place," muttered the king,
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