| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Unconscious Comedians by Honore de Balzac: sauntering along with nothing to do.
"Have they turned you out, or why are you idling about in this way?"
said Bixiou to Giraud.
"No, while they are voting by secret ballot we have come out for a
little air," replied Giraud.
"How did the prime minister pull through?"
"He was magnificent!" said Canalis.
"Magnificent!" repeated Maxime.
"Magnificent!" cried Giraud.
"So! so! Right, Left, and Centre are unanimous!"
"All with a different meaning," observed Maxime de Trailles.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Firm of Nucingen by Honore de Balzac: 'Now dot de baroxysm off brincibles haf bassed off, chust reinshtate
dot boor Peautenord.'
"So Beaudenord went back to his desk, thanks to Nucingen's good
offices; and the d'Aldriggers extol Nucingen as a hero of friendship,
for he always sends the little Shepherdess of the Alps and her
daughters invitations to his balls. No creature whatsoever can be made
to understand that the Baron yonder three times did his best to
plunder the public without breaking the letter of the law, and
enriched people in spite of himself. No one has a word to say against
him. If anybody should suggest that a big capitalist often is another
word for a cut-throat, it would be a most egregious calumny. If stocks
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Memories and Portraits by Robert Louis Stevenson: interminably, and still about himself; when we had friends, we
should be forced to lock him in a garret; and what with his whining
jealousies and his foible for falsehood, in a year's time he would
have gone far to weary out our love. I was about to compare him to
Sir Willoughby Patterne, but the Patternes have a manlier sense of
their own merits; and the parallel, besides, is ready. Hans
Christian Andersen, as we behold him in his startling memoirs,
thrilling from top to toe with an excruciating vanity, and scouting
even along the street for shadows of offence - here was the talking
dog.
It is just this rage for consideration that has betrayed the dog
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