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[SCENE:  Space.  A couple of small stars are flickering in the distant darkness.  Out of the blackness comes a vast metallic cube, closely resembling a car that’s been mechanically crushed, only bigger, much bigger.  A small green dot flashes from one corner.  Suddenly a brilliant yellow searchlight is switched on, illuminating a small space ship.]

DISEMBODIED VOICE:  We are the Fourg.  We will assimilate you.

[CUT TO BRIDGE OF THE SMALL SPACE SHIP.  TWO GUINEA PIG-LIKE CREATURES, SEATED ON CHINTZ CUSHIONS, ARE STARING AT THEIR CONSOLES IN TERROR.]

Recently discovered documents shed new light on the poorly-understood management consulting industry of 18^th century England.

Pemberley, 1 July

My dearest Jane

Since you left to stay with our Aunt Gardiner in London, something has occurred of the most unexpected and serious nature.  Mr Wickham, whom we had all supposed to be tolerably well settled with his regiment in the north, has resigned his commission and thrown himself into a new profession entirely.

There's always a danger, in writing reports about the consulting industry (or anything else, for that matter), that, in the time between the words being written and the report being published, something might happen which invalidates the arguments the report makes. It's why we use the phrase 'at the time of writing'.