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Today's Stichomancy for John Travolta

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

One whispered question in your ear - Pray, what was Christ, if you be Christian? If Christ were only here just now, Among the city's wynds and gables Teaching the life he taught us, how Would he be welcome to your tables?

I go and leave your logic-straws, Your former-friends with face averted, Your petty ways and narrow laws, Your Grundy and your God, deserted. From your frail ark of lies, I flee

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare:

thou shouldst have heard in how miry a place, how she was bemoiled; how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me because her horse stumbled; how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me: how he swore; how she prayed, that never prayed before; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper; with many things of worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave.

CURTIS. By this reckoning he is more shrew than she.

GRUMIO.


The Taming of the Shrew
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac:

any love for her father, she can be free to go to him, if she chooses, in a few seconds; it lies entirely with her----"

"Monsieur le Comte, it is no business of mine to criticise your conduct; you can do as you please with your wife, but may I count upon your keeping your word with me? Well, then, promise me to tell her that her father has not twenty-four hours to live; that he looks in vain for her, and has cursed her already as he lies on his deathbed,--that is all I ask."

"You can tell her yourself," the Count answered, impressed by the thrill of indignation in Eugene's voice.

The Count led the way to the room where his wife usually sat. She


Father Goriot