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Today's Stichomancy for Ron Howard

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling:

to serve one master - not two."

"'What?" said Fulke. "Can I work no more honest trading between the two sides these troublous times?"

"'Serve Robert or the King - England or Normandy," said De Aquila. "I care not which it is, but make thy choice here and now."

"'The King, then," said Fulke, "for I see he is better served than Robert. Shall I swear it?"

"'No need," said De Aquila, and he laid his hand on the parchments which Gilbert had written. "It shall be some part of my Gilbert's penance to copy out the

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Talisman by Walter Scott:

risen spontaneously to his lips, and he knew not how to pursue the pleasing theme so as to soothe and prolong the vein which he had excited. He was silent, therefore, until, relapsing into his moody contemplations, the King demanded of him sharply, "Despardieux! This is smoothly said to soothe a sick man; but does a league of monarchs, an assemblage or nobles, a convocation of all the chivalry of Europe, droop with the sickness of one man, though he chances to be King of England? Why should Richard's illness, or Richard's death, check the march of thirty thousand men as brave as himself? When the master stag is struck down, the herd do not disperse upon his fall; when the falcon

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson:

Murders the babes of other men; And like the beasts of wood and park, Protects his whelps, defends his den.

Unshamed the narrow aim I hold; I feed my sheep, patrol my fold; Breathe war on wolves and rival flocks, A pious outlaw on the rocks Of God and morning; and when time Shall bow, or rivals break me, climb Where no undubbed civilian dares, In my war harness, the loud stairs