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Today's Stichomancy for Nelson Mandela

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chronicles of the Canongate by Walter Scott:

some restraint on her visitors, but they were indemnified by your always finding the best society and the best information which were to be had for the day in the Scottish capital. Without at all affecting the blue stocking, she liked books. They amused her; and if the authors were persons of character, she thought she owed them a debt of civility, which she loved to discharge by personal kindness. When she gave a dinner to a small party, which she did now and then, she had the good nature to look for, and the good luck to discover, what sort of people suited each other best, and chose her company as Duke Theseus did his hounds,--

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Pivot of Civilization by Margaret Sanger:

prolific class doomed to labor and subservience; the new points to mechanism and to scientific organization as a means of escape from this immemorial subjugation. Upon every main issue in life, there is this quarrel between the method of submission and the method of knowledge. More and more do men of science and intelligent people generally realize the hopelessness of pouring new wine into old bottles. More and more clearly do they grasp the significance of the Great Teacher's parable.

The New Civilization is saying to the Old now: ``We cannot go on making power for you to spend upon international conflict. You must stop waving flags and bandying insults. You must organize the Peace of

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Flame and Shadow by Sara Teasdale:

The twilight is as clear a blue, The star as shaken and as bright, And the same thought he gave to them He gives to me to-night.

Moonlight

It will not hurt me when I am old, A running tide where moonlight burned Will not sting me like silver snakes; The years will make me sad and cold, It is the happy heart that breaks.

The heart asks more than life can give,