| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Treatise on Parents and Children by George Bernard Shaw: intelligent enough to want. What makes it produce such unspeakably
vile results is that it is an automatic system which is as little
understood by those who profit by it in money as by those who are
starved and degraded by it: our millionaires and statesmen are
manifestly no more "captains of industry" or scientific politicians
than our bookmakers are mathematicians. For some time past a
significant word has been coming into use as a substitute for Destiny,
Fate, and Providence. It is "The Machine": the machine that has no
god in it. Why do governments do nothing in spite of reports of Royal
Commissions that establish the most frightful urgency? Why do our
philanthropic millionaires do nothing, though they are ready to throw
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Unsocial Socialist by George Bernard Shaw: Trefusis hoped it would ensure the prosperity of its designer.
The contrary happened. When the mason attempted to return to his
ordinary work he was informed that he had contravened trade
usage, and that his former employers would have nothing more to
say to him. On applying for advice and assistance to the
trades-union of which he was a member he received the same reply,
and was further reproached for treachery to his fellow-workmen.
He returned to Trefusis to say that the tombstone job had ruined
him. Trefusis, enraged, wrote an argumentative letter to the
"Times," which was not inserted, a sarcastic one to the
trades-union, which did no good, and a fierce one to the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: saw her eyes wander toward the notes he had taken. Weakly rising,
he gathered up the scribbled papers and sealed them all in a great
envelope, which he immediately placed in his inside coat pocket.
He had sufficient strength to get home, but was so clearly in
need of medical aid that Dr Hartwell was summoned at once. As
the doctor put him to bed he could only mutter over and over again,
'But what, in God's name, can we do?'
Dr Armitage slept, but
was partly delirious the next day. He made no explanations to
Hartwell, but in his calmer moments spoke of the imperative need
of a long conference with Rice and Morgan. His wilder wanderings
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