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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 The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft:

the visitors, apprised of a party of State Police which had come from Aylesbury that morning in response to the first telephone reports of the Frye tragedy, decided to seek out the officers and compare notes as far as practicable. This, however, they found more easily planned than performed; since no sign of the party could be found in any direction. There had been five of them in a car, but now the car stood empty near the ruins in the Frye yard. The natives, all of whom had talked with the policemen, seemed at first as perplexed as Armitage and his companions. Then old Sam Hutchins thought of something and turned pale, nudging Fred Farr and pointing to the dank, deep hollow that yawned close


The Dunwich Horror
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moral Emblems by Robert Louis Stevenson:

'Well, and the mother?' Robin cried.

'O she!' said Ben - 'I think she died.'

'Battle and blood, death and disease, Upon the tainted Tropic seas - The attendant sharks that chew the cud - The abhorred scuppers spouting blood - The untended dead, the Tropic sun - The thunder of the murderous gun - The cut-throat crew - the Captain's curse - The tempest blustering worse and worse - These have I known and these can stand,

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Little Britain by Washington Irving:

Grapes ever since it was written; nay, he affirms that his predecessors have often had the honor of singing it before the nobility and gentry at Christmas mummeries, when Little Britain was in all its glory.

It would do one's heart good to hear, on a club night, the shouts of merriment, the snatches of song, and now and then the choral bursts of half a dozen discordant voices, which issue from this jovial mansion. At such times the street is lined with listeners, who enjoy a delight equal to that of gazing into a confectioner's window, or snuffing up the steams of a cookshop.