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Today's Stichomancy for Hillary Clinton

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Facino Cane by Honore de Balzac:

Homer bearing within him an /Odyssey/ doomed to oblivion. The greatness was so real that it triumphed over his abject position; the despotism so much a part of him, that it rose above his poverty.

There are violent passions which drive a man to good or evil, making of him a hero or a convict; of these there was not one that had failed to leave its traces on the grandly-hewn, lividly Italian face. You trembled lest a flash of thought should suddenly light up the deep sightless hollows under the grizzled brows, as you might fear to see brigands with torches and poniards in the mouth of a cavern. You felt that there was a lion in that cage of flesh, a lion spent with useless raging against iron bars. The fires of despair had burned themselves

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Tin Woodman of Oz by L. Frank Baum:

Kwikstep, and I live in a hollow tree that fell to the ground with age. I have polished the inside of it, and made a door at each end, and that's a very comfortable residence for me because it just fits my shape."

"How did you happen to have such a shape?" asked the Scarecrow Bear, sitting on his haunches and regarding Tommy Kwikstep with a serious look. "Is the shape natural?"

"No; it was wished on me," replied Tommy, with a sigh. "I used to be very active and loved to run errands for anyone who needed my services. That was how


The Tin Woodman of Oz
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald:

"I'll take a look at him presently." "How did you find out?" asked Amory curiously. "Night clerk saw you go up-stairs with this woman." Amory nodded; Jill reappeared from the bathroom, completely if rather untidily arrayed. "Now then," began Olson, producing a note-book, "I want your real namesno damn John Smith or Mary Brown." "Wait a minute," said Amory quietly. "Just drop that big-bully stuff. We merely got caught, that's all." Olson glared at him. "Name?" he snapped.


This Side of Paradise