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Today's Stichomancy for M. C. Escher

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain:

hat off and talk polite. They ain't anybody as polite as robbers -- you'll see that in any book. Well, the women get to loving you, and after they've been in the cave a week or two weeks they stop crying and after that you couldn't get them to leave. If you drove them out they'd turn right around and come back. It's so in all the books."

"Why, it's real bully, Tom. I believe it's better'n to be a pirate."

"Yes, it's better in some ways, because it's close to home and circuses and all that."


The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:

sac de poil, et la lune deviendra comme du sang, et les etoiles du ciel tomberont sur la terre comme les figues vertes tombent d'un figuier, et les rois de la terre auront peur.

HERODIAS. Ah! Ah! Je voudrais bien voir ce jour dont il parle, ou la lune deviendra comme du sang et ou les etoiles tomberont sur la terre comme des figues vertes. Ce prophete parle comme un homme ivre . . . Mais je ne peux pas souffrir le son de sa voix. Je deteste sa voix. Ordonnez qu'il se taise.

HERODE. Mais non. Je ne comprends pas ce qu'il a dit, mais cela peut etre un presage.

HERODIAS. Je ne crois pas aux presages. Il parle comme un homme

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson:

positive that he could drive us without misadventure. He was as good as his word; indeed, despite a gawky air, he was simply invaluable in his present employment, showing marked sagacity in all that concerned the care of horses, and guiding us by one short cut after another for days, and without a fault.

The interior of that engine of torture, the covered cart, was fitted with a bench, on which we took our places; the door was shut; in a moment, the night closed upon us solid and stifling; and we felt that we were being driven carefully out of the courtyard. Careful was the word all night, and it was an alleviation of our miseries that we did not often enjoy. In general, as we were