| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: and the will of the Lord. Very likely you've seen the same
thing. It's energy in a gale of funk, and turned clean inside
out. These cages will be full of psalms and hymns and piety.
And those of a less simple sort will work in a bit of--what
is it?--eroticism."
He paused.
"Very likely these Martians will make pets of some of them;
train them to do tricks--who knows?--get sentimental over
the pet boy who grew up and had to be killed. And some,
maybe, they will train to hunt us."
"No," I cried, "that's impossible! No human being----"
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Options by O. Henry: "It certainly does. Now, I found some whitebait yesterday, at
Maurice's, with a new sauce that beats anything in the trout line I
ever tasted."
"It makes a difference, doesn't it?" I said.
"Immense. The sauce is the main thing with whitebait."
"It makes a difference, doesn't it?" I asked, looking him straight in
the eye. He understood.
"Look here, Bob," he said, "I was going to tell you. I couldn't help
it. I'll play fair with you, but I'm going in to win. She is the
'one particular' for me."
"All right," said I. "It's a fair field. There are no rights for you
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte: have seen there was too great a disparity between the ages of the
parties to make it likely that they were man and wife. One was
about forty: a period of mental vigour at which men seldom cherish
the delusion of being married for love by girls: that dream is
reserved for the solace of our declining years. The other did not
look seventeen.
Then it flashed on me - 'The clown at my elbow, who is drinking his
tea out of a basin and eating his broad with unwashed hands, may be
her husband: Heathcliff junior, of course. Here is the
consequence of being buried alive: she has thrown herself away
upon that boor from sheer ignorance that better individuals
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