| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mrs. Warren's Profession by George Bernard Shaw: Carlo. A few days sooner Mrs Warren would have been crowded out
of their papers by an exceptionally abominable police case. I do
not suggest that the police case should have been suppressed; but
neither do I believe that regard for public morality had anything
to do with their failure to grapple with the performance by the
Stage Society. And, after all, there was no need to fall back on
Silas Wegg's subterfuge. Several critics saved the faces of
their papers easily enough by the simple expedient of saying all
they had to say in the tone of a shocked governess lecturing a
naughty child. To them I might plead, in Mrs Warren's words,
"Well, it's only good manners to be ashamed, dearie;" but it
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum: "Usually they run fast enough when they hear the noise, which makes
them afraid."
"There are no foxes here," said the shaggy man.
"I beg to differ with you. There's one, anyhow," replied the donkey,
sitting upright on its haunches and waving a hoof toward
Button-Bright. "We saw him coming and thought the whole army of foxes
was marching to attack us."
"Button-Bright isn't a fox," explained the shaggy man. "He's only
wearing a fox head for a time, until he can get his own head back."
"Oh, I see," remarked the donkey, waving its left ear reflectively.
"I'm sorry we made such a mistake, and had all our work and worry
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: as he was; my groom tells me that horses are always dull and weak
in the autumn, and that I must expect it."
"Autumn, fiddlesticks!" said the farmer. "Why, this is only August;
and with your light work and good food he ought not to go down like this,
even if it was autumn. How do you feed him?"
My master told him. The other shook his head slowly,
and began to feel me over.
"I can't say who eats your corn, my dear fellow, but I am much mistaken
if your horse gets it. Have you ridden very fast?"
"No, very gently."
"Then just put your hand here," said he, passing his hand over my neck
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