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Today's Stichomancy for Chris Elliott

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey:

snake. In a few miles of travel he passed several cows and calves that had escaped the drive. Then he stood on the last high bench of the slope with the floor of the valley beneath. The opening of the canyon showed in a break of the sage, and the cattle trail paralleled it as far as he could see. That trail led to an undiscovered point where Oldring drove cattle into the pass, and many a rider who had followed it had never returned. Venters satisfied himself that the rustlers had not deviated from their usual course, and then he turned at right angles off the cattle trail and made for the head of the pass.

The sun lost its heat and wore down to the western horizon, where


Riders of the Purple Sage
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Commission in Lunacy by Honore de Balzac:

for him to bear.

"This unfortunate family were named Jeanrenaud," he went on. "That name is enough to account for my conduct. I could never think without keen pain of the secret disgrace that weighed on my family. That fortune enabled my grandfather to marry a demoiselle de Navarreins- Lansac, heiress to the younger branch of that house, who were at that time much richer than the elder branch of the Navarreins. My father thus became one of the largest landowners in the kingdom. He was able to marry my mother, a Grandlieu of the younger branch. Though ill- gotten, this property has been singularly profitable.

"For my part, being determined to remedy the mischief, I wrote to

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

groaned, children cried, water dripped, the lights went out, the walls of the place creaked, and every- thing was being shaken so that in one's little box one dared not lift one's head. He had lost touch with his only companion (a young man from the same valley, he said), and all the time a great noise of wind went on outside and heavy blows fell-- boom! boom! An awful sickness overcame him, even to the point of making him neglect his pray- ers. Besides, one could not tell whether it was morning or evening. It seemed always to be night


Amy Foster