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Today's Stichomancy for Angelina Jolie

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Rivers by Henry van Dyke:

And if that effort has conflict, and adventure, and confused noise, and mistakes, and even defeats mingled with it, in the stormy years of youth, is not that to be expected? The burn roars and leaps in the den; the stream chafes and frets through the rapids of the glen; the river does not grow calm and smooth until it nears the sea. Courage is a virtue that the young cannot spare; to lose it is to grow old before the time; it is better to make a thousand mistakes and suffer a thousand reverses than to refuse the battle. Resignation is the final courage of old age; it arrives in its own season; and it is a good day when it comes to us. Then there are no more disappointments; for we have learned that it is even better

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Iliad by Homer:

dismay, knowing that never again should he wield spear in battle with the Trojans. While Hector was in pursuit of Leitus, Idomeneus struck him on the breastplate over his chest near the nipple; but the spear broke in the shaft, and the Trojans cheered aloud. Hector then aimed at Idomeneus son of Deucalion as he was standing on his chariot, and very narrowly missed him, but the spear hit Coiranus, a follower and charioteer of Meriones who had come with him from Lyctus. Idomeneus had left the ships on foot and would have afforded a great triumph to the Trojans if Coiranus had not driven quickly up to him, he therefore brought life and rescue to Idomeneus, but himself fell by the hand of

The Iliad
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Reign of King Edward the Third by William Shakespeare:

And lookst so merrily upon thy grave, As if thou were enamored on thine end: What hungry sword hath so bereaved thy face, And lopped a true friend from my loving soul?

AUDLEY. O Prince, thy sweet bemoaning speech to me Is as a mournful knell to one dead sick.

PRINCE EDWARD. Dear Audley, if my tongue ring out thy end, My arms shall be thy grave: what may I do To win thy life, or to revenge thy death?