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Today's Stichomancy for Michael Jordan

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rezanov by Gertrude Atherton:

country. And I am not a friend to scorn, senor, for my blessed father is as wax in my hands, the dear old Governor adores me, and even Padre Abella, who thinks himself a great diplomat, and is watching us out of the corner of his eye, while I make him believe you pay me so many compli- ments my poor little head turns round--Bueno senor!" As she raised her voice she plucked the rose from her dress and tossed it to Rezanov. Then she lifted her chin and pouted her childish lips at the ironical smile of the priest.


Rezanov
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Chessmen of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:

him honestly the faults and virtues of each. One fought best in a losing game; another was too slow; another too impetuous; this one had fire and a heart of steel, but lacked endurance. Of the opponents, though, they knew little or nothing, and now as the two sides took their places upon the black and orange squares of the great jetan board Gahan obtained, for the first time, a close view of those who opposed him. The Orange Chief had not yet entered the field, but his men were all in place. Val Dor turned to Gahan. "They are all criminals from the pits of Manator," he said. "There is no slave among them. We shall not have to fight against a single fellow-countryman and every life we take will be


The Chessmen of Mars
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The House of Dust by Conrad Aiken:

The torn certificate for my daughter's grave-- These are but mortal seconds in immortal time. They brush me, fade away: like drops of water. They signify no crime.

Let us retrace our steps: I have deceived you: Nothing is here I could not frankly tell you: No hint of guilt, or faithlessness, or threat. Dreams--they are madness. Staring eyes--illusion. Let us return, hear music, and forget . . .

IV. ILLICIT

Of what she said to me that night--no matter.