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Today's Stichomancy for Faith Hill

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Protagoras by Plato:

such length that most of his hearers forget the question at issue (not that Socrates is likely to forget--I will be bound for that, although he may pretend in fun that he has a bad memory). And Socrates appears to me to be more in the right than Protagoras; that is my view, and every man ought to say what he thinks.

When Alcibiades had done speaking, some one--Critias, I believe--went on to say: O Prodicus and Hippias, Callias appears to me to be a partisan of Protagoras: and this led Alcibiades, who loves opposition, to take the other side. But we should not be partisans either of Socrates or of Protagoras; let us rather unite in entreating both of them not to break up the discussion.

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

boughs of tamarisk that they might not miss it as they came back through the' flying hours of darkness. The two then went onwards amid the fallen armour and the blood, and came presently to the company of Thracian soldiers, who were sleeping, tired out with their day's toil; their goodly armour was lying on the ground beside them all orderly in three rows, and each man had his yoke of horses beside him. Rhesus was sleeping in the middle, and hard by him his horses were made fast to the topmost rim of his chariot. Ulysses from some way off saw him and said, "This, Diomed, is the man, and these are the horses about which Dolon whom we killed told us. Do your very utmost; dally not about your


The Iliad
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ivanhoe by Walter Scott:

was; and thither had I gone, but for Mabel Parkins, who---''

``Ay, dead was Athelstane,'' said the old man, shaking his head, ``and the more pity it was, for the old Saxon blood---''

``But, your story, my masters---your story,'' said the Minstrel, somewhat impatiently.

``Ay, ay---construe us the story,'' said a burly Friar, who stood beside them, leaning on a pole that exhibited an appearance between a pilgrim's staff and a quarter-staff, and probably acted as either


Ivanhoe