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Today's Stichomancy for Mitt Romney

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

XX. TO - I knew thee strong and quiet like the hills XXI. The morning drum-call on my eager ear XXII. I have trod the upward and downward slope XXIII. He hears with gladdened heart the thunder XXIV. Farewell, fair day and fading light! XXV. IF THIS WERE FAITH - God, if this were enough XXVI. MY WIFE - Trusty, dusky, vivid, true XXVII. TO THE MUSE - Resign the rhapsody, the dream XXVIII. TO AN ISLAND PRINCESS - Since long ago, a child at home XXIX. TO KALAKAUA - The Sliver Ship, my King - that was her name XXX. TO PRINCESS KAIULANI - Forth form her land to mine she goes

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Concerning Christian Liberty by Martin Luther:

since the word of God, which teaches liberty in all other things, ought not to be bound. Saving these two things, there is nothing which I am not able, and most heartily willing, to do or to suffer. I hate contention; I will challenge no one; in return I wish not to be challenged; but, being challenged, I will not be dumb in the cause of Christ my Master. For your Blessedness will be able by one short and easy word to call these controversies before you and suppress them, and to impose silence and peace on both sides--a word which I have ever longed to hear.

Therefore, Leo, my Father, beware of listening to those sirens who make you out to be not simply a man, but partly a god, so

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather:

nothing but the Enchanted Bluff.

The Bohemian Girl

The transcontinental express swung along the windings of the Sand River Valley, and in the rear seat of the observation car a young man sat greatly at his ease, not in the least discomfited by the fierce sunlight which beat in upon his brown face and neck and strong back. There was a look of relaxation and of great passivity about his broad shoulders, which seemed almost too heavy until he stood up and squared them. He wore a pale flannel shirt and a blue silk necktie with loose ends. His trousers were wide and belted at the waist, and his short sack coat hung open. His heavy shoes had


The Troll Garden and Selected Stories