| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: is carried forward to the next week's account. At the bottom of
the card is a tear-off coupon with a stamp, coloured to indicate
the round sum, green, let us say, for 100, blue for 130 francs.
This is taken to a wicket marked 100 or 130 as the case may be,
and there stands a cashier with his money in piles of 100 or 130
francs counted ready to hand; he sweeps in the coupon, sweeps out
the cash. "/Next!/"
I became interested in the worker's side of this organisation. I
insist on seeing the entrances, the clothes-changing places, the
lavatories, and so forth of the organisation. As we go about we
pass a string of electric trolleys steered by important-looking
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: As a preliminary step, I was released from my promise to her.
MINA HARKER'S JOURNAL
30 October, evening.--They were so tired and worn out and dispirited that
there was nothing to be done till they had some rest, so I asked them all to
lie down for half an hour whilst I should enter everything up to the moment.
I feel so grateful to the man who invented the "Traveller's" typewriter,
and to Mr. Morris for getting this one for me. I should have felt quite
astray doing the work if I had to write with a pen. . .
It is all done. Poor dear, dear Jonathan, what he must have suffered,
what he must be suffering now. He lies on the sofa hardly seeming
to breathe, and his whole body appears in collapse. His brows are knit.
Dracula |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown.
Then, York, be still awhile till time do serve;
Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,
To pry into the secrets of the state;
Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen,
And Humphrey with the peers be fallen at jars.
Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfum'd,
And in my standard bear the arms of York,
To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
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