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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: these orderly things. It is the first time I remember having
that outlaw feeling distinctly, a feeling that has played a
large part in my subsequent life. I felt there existed no place
for me that I had to drive myself in.
Presently, down the hill, the servants appeared, straggling by
twos and threes, first some of the garden people and the butler's
wife with them, then the two laundry maids, odd inseparable old
creatures, then the first footman talking to the butler's little
girl, and at last, walking grave and breathless beside old Ann
and Miss Fison, the black figure of my mother.
My boyish mind suggested the adoption of a playful form of
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