| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: at Beckenham. The velocity was increasing
One night picks itself out as typical, as, in its way, marking an
epoch. I was there, I think, about some advertisement stuff, on
some sort of business anyhow, and my uncle and aunt had come back
in a fly from a dinner at the Runcorns. (Even there he was
nibbling at Runcorn with the idea of our great Amalgamation
budding in his mind.) I got down there, I suppose, about eleven.
I found the two of them sitting in the study, my aunt on a
chair-arm with a whimsical pensiveness on her face, regarding
my uncle, and he, much extended and very rotund, in the low
arm-chair drawn up to the fender.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Eve and David by Honore de Balzac: colonel of the regiment offered to put his band at the disposal of the
committee. The landlord of the Bell (renowned for truffled turkeys,
despatched in the most wonderful porcelain jars to the uttermost parts
of the earth), the famous innkeeper of L'Houmeau, would supply the
repast. At five o'clock some forty persons, all in state and festival
array, were assembled in his largest ball, decorated with hangings,
crowns of laurel, and bouquets. The effect was superb. A crowd of
onlookers, some hundred persons, attracted for the most part by the
military band in the yard, represented the citizens of Angouleme.
Petit-Claud went to the window. "All Angouleme is here," he said,
looking out.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dark Lady of the Sonnets by George Bernard Shaw: filthy trull. _[With two vigorous cuffs, she knocks the pair asunder,
sending the man, who is unlucky enough to receive a righthanded blow,
sprawling an the flags]._ Take that, both of you!
THE CLOAKED LADY. _[in towering wrath, throwing off her cloak and
turning in outraged majesty on her assailant]_ High treason!
THE DARK LADY. _[recognizing her and falling on her knees in abject
terror]_ Will: I am lost: I have struck the Queen.
THE MAN. _[sitting up as majestically as his ignominious posture
allows]_ Woman: you have struck WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR.
QUEEN ELIZABETH. _[stupent]_ Marry, come up!!! Struck William
Shakespear quotha! And who in the name of all the sluts and jades and
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