Tarot Runes I Ching Stichomancy Contact
Store Numerology Coin Flip Yes or No Webmasters
Personal Celebrity Biorhythms Bibliomancy Settings

Today's Stichomancy for Charles Bronson

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pericles by William Shakespeare:

PERICLES. O, stop there a little!

[Aside.]

This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be: My daughter's buried. Well: where were: you bred? I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story, And never interrupt you.

MARINA. You scorn: believe me, 'twere best I did give o'er. -

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Odyssey by Homer:

the Wandering rocks as having been between the Sirens and Scylla and Charybdis. The writer, however, is evidently unaware that she does not quite understand her own story; her difficulty was perhaps due to the fact that though Trapanese sailors had given her a fair idea as to where all her other localities really were, no one in those days more than in our own could localise the Planctae, which in fact, as Buttmann has argued, were derived not from any particular spot, but from sailors' tales about the difficulties of navigating the group of the Aeolian islands as a whole (see note on "Od." x. 3). Still the matter of the poor doves caught her fancy, so she would not forgo them.


The Odyssey
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Market-Place by Harold Frederic:

who would not expect to have their own way.

Alfred and his mother were Thorpes--that is to say, people who necessarily had their own way. Their domination was stained by none of the excesses which had rendered the grandfather intolerable. Their surface temper was in truth almost sluggishly pacific. Underneath, however, ugly currents and sharp rocks were well known to have a potential existence--and it was the mission of the Dabneys to see that no wind of provocation unduly stirred these depths. Worse even than these possibilities of violence, however, so far as every-day life was concerned, was the strain


The Market-Place