Today's Stichomancy for Halle Berry

Psalms 59: 17 (59:18) O my strength, unto Thee will I sing praises; for God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.

Psalms 60: 1 (60:1) For the Leader; upon Shushan Eduth; Michtam of David, to teach; (60:2) when he strove with Aram-naharaim and with Aram-zobah, and Joab returned, and smote of Edom in the Valley of Salt twelve thousand. (60:3) O God, Thou hast cast us off, Thou hast broken us down; Thou hast been angry; O restore us.

Psalms 60: 2 (60:4) Thou hast made the land to shake, Thou hast cleft it; heal the breaches thereof; for it tottereth.

Psalms 60: 3 (60:5) Thou hast made Thy people to see hard things; Thou hast made us to drink the wine of staggering.

Psalms 60: 4 (60:6) Thou hast given a banner to them that fear Thee, that it may be displayed because of the truth. Selah

Psalms 60: 5 (60:7) That Thy beloved may be delivered, save with Thy right hand, and answer me.

Psalms 60: 6 (60:8) God spoke in His holiness, that I would exult; that I would divide Shechem, and mete out the valley of Succoth.

Psalms 60: 7 (60:9) Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine; Ephraim also is the defence of my head; Judah is my sceptre.

Psalms 60: 8 (60:10) Moab is my washpot; upon Edom do I cast my shoe; Philistia, cry aloud because of me!

Psalms 60: 9 (60:11) Who will bring me into the fortified city? Who will lead me unto Edom?

The Tanach

The Padre gazed down at his blithe guest. "To see somebody, somebody, once again, is very pleasant to a hermit!"

"It cannot be more pleasant than arriving at an oasis," returned Gaston.

They had delayed on the threshold to look at the beauty of the evening, and now the priest watched his parishioners come and go. "How can one make companions--" he began; then, checking himself, he said: "Their souls are as sacred and immortal as mine, and God helps me to help them. But in this world it is not immortal souls that we choose for companions; it is kindred tastes, intelligences, and--and so I and my books are growing old together, you see," he added, more lightly. "You will find my volumes as behind the times as myself."

decision by running over the score for a page or two, turned to find the Portier, ecstatic eyes upturned, hands folded on paunch, enjoying a delirium of pleasure, and the sentry nowhere in sight.

He was discovered a moment later in the doorway of Jimmy's room, where, taciturn as ever, severe, martial, he stood at attention, shoulders back, arms at his sides, thumbs in. In this position he was making, with amazing rapidity, a series of hideous grimaces for the benefit of the little boy in the bed: marvelous faces they were, in which nose, mouth, and eyes seemed interchangeable, where features played leapfrog with one another. When all was over--perhaps when his repertoire was exhausted--the sentry

three pairs of socks, two or three buttons which had burst off his trousers, and the mantle already known to the reader. To whom all this fell, God knows. I confess that the person who told me this tale took no interest in the matter. They carried Akakiy Akakievitch out and buried him.

And St. Petersburg was left without Akakiy Akakievitch, as though he had never lived there. A being disappeared who was protected by none, dear to none, interesting to none, and who never even attracted to himself the attention of those students of human nature who omit no opportunity of thrusting a pin through a common fly, and examining it under the microscope. A being who bore meekly the jibes of the

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