| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Man of Business by Honore de Balzac: Their stock-in-trade consisted of the peculiar idiom of the man about
town, the audacity of poverty, the cunning that comes of experience,
and a special knowledge of Parisian capitalists, their origin,
connections, acquaintances, and intrinsic value. This partnership of
two 'dabblers' (let the Stock Exchange term pass, for it is the only
word which describes them), this partnership of dabblers did not last
very long. They fought like famished curs over every bit of garbage.
"The earlier speculations of the firm of Cerizet and Claparon were,
however, well planned. The two scamps joined forces with Barbet,
Chaboisseau, Samanon, and usurers of that stamp, and bought up
hopelessly bad debts.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott: were distinguished by the name of Drummond-Eirinich, or Ernoch,
that is, Drummond of Ireland; and the same title was bestowed on
their estate.
The Drummond-ernoch of James the Sixth's time was a king's
forester in the forest of Glenartney, and chanced to be employed
there in search of venison about the year 1588, or early in 1589.
This forest was adjacent to the chief haunts of the MacGregors,
or a particular race of them, known by the title of MacEagh, or
Children of the Mist. They considered the forester's hunting in
their vicinity as an aggression, or perhaps they had him at feud,
for the apprehension or slaughter of some of their own name, or
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sarrasine by Honore de Balzac: was well-rounded and beautiful in its youthful grace; whose hair,
charmingly arranged above an alabaster forehead, inspired love; whose
eyes did not receive but gave forth light, who was sweet and fresh,
and whose fluffy curls, whose fragrant breath, seemed too heavy, too
harsh, too overpowering for that shadow, for that man of dust--ah! the
thought that came into my mind was of death and life, an imaginary
arabesque, a half-hideous chimera, divinely feminine from the waist
up.
"And yet such marriages are often made in society!" I said to myself.
"He smells of the cemetery!" cried the terrified young woman, grasping
my arm as if to make sure of my protection, and moving about in a
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