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Today's Stichomancy for Faith Hill

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from New Arabian Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson:

daughter opened his shirt and began to wet his head and bosom; while Northmour and I ran to the window. The weather continued clear; the moon, which was now about full, had risen and shed a very clear light upon the links; yet, strain our eyes as we might, we could distinguish nothing moving. A few dark spots, more or less, on the uneven expanse were not to be identified; they might be crouching men, they might be shadows; it was impossible to be sure.

"Thank God," said Northmour, "Aggie is not coming to-night."

Aggie was the name of the old nurse; he had not thought of her till now; but that he should think of her at all, was a trait that

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:

HERODE. J'ai jure, Salome.

SALOME. Tout ce que je vous demanderai, fut-ce la moitie de votre royaume?

HERODIAS. Ne dansez pas, ma fille.

HERODE. Fut-ce la moitie de mon royaume. Comme reine, tu serais tres belle, Salome, s'il te plaisait de demander la moitie de mon royaume. N'est-ce pas qu'elle serait tres belle comme reine? . . . Ah! il fait froid ici! il y a un vent tres froid, et j'entends . . . pourquoi est-ce que j'entends dans l'air ce battement d'ailes? Oh! on dirait qu'il y a un oiseau, un grand oiseau noir, qui plane sur la terrasse. Pourquoi est-ce que je ne peux pas le voir, cet

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Heap O' Livin' by Edgar A. Guest:

miles That lead us to beauty and singing and smiles: That roses that blossom and toilers that plod Are filled with the glorious spirit of God.

I believe in the purpose of everything living: That taking is but the forerunner of giving; That strangers are friends that we some day may meet; And not all the bitter can equal the sweet; That creeds are but colors, and no man has said


A Heap O' Livin'