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Today's Stichomancy for Toni Braxton

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On Horsemanship by Xenophon:

L. Dind. omits the words as a gloss.

[10] Reading {oi} (for {osoi}) {sumparepomenoi}. See Hartmann, "An. Xen. Nov." xiv. p. 343.

One word more. Supposing a man has shown some skill in purchasing his horses, and can rear them into strong and serviceable animals, supposing further he can handle them in the right way, not only in the training for war, but in exercises with a view to display, or lastly, in the stress of actual battle, what is there to prevent such a man from making every horse he owns of far more value in the end than when he bought it, with the further outlook that, unless some power higher than human interpose,[11] he will become the owner of a celebrated


On Horsemanship
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Hiero by Xenophon:

assure you, Simonides, he lives like one condemned by the general verdict of mankind to die for his iniquity.

[14] Lit. "Honours would seem to be the outcome and expression of conditions utterly remote from these, in fact their very opposites."

[15] Cf. Napoleon's accost of Goethe, "Vous etes un homme," and "as Goethe left the room, Napoleon repeated to Berthier and Daru, 'Voila un homme!'" ("The Life of Goethe," Lewes, p. 500).

[16] Reading {koines}, which ought to mean "common to them and him"; if with Cobet {koine}, "in public crown him for his virtue's sake, a benefactor."

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad:

of Lingard in chain-mail armour and vaguely recalling a Crusader, but bare-headed and walking away from her in the depths of an impossible landscape. She hurried on to catch up with him but a throng of barbarians with enormous turbans came between them at the last moment and she lost sight of him forever in the flurry of a ghastly sand-storm. What frightened her most was that she had not been able to see his face. It was then that she began to cry over her hard fate. When she woke up the tears were still rolling down her cheeks and she perceived in the light of the deck-lamp d'Alcacer arrested a little way off.

"Did you have to speak to me?" she asked.


The Rescue