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Today's Stichomancy for David Boreanaz

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Amy Foster by Joseph Conrad:

mountains. She seemed to think he was doing it some harm. Women are funny. And she had ob- jected to him praying aloud in the evening. Why? He expected the boy to repeat the prayer aloud after him by-and-by, as he used to do after his old father when he was a child--in his own country. And I discovered he longed for their boy to grow up so that he could have a man to talk with in that language that to our ears sounded so disturbing, so passionate, and so bizarre. Why his wife should dislike the idea he couldn't tell. But that


Amy Foster
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe:

perfectly easy in the account, and told me he should have been as easy if the old man, as we called him, had been alive. 'For,' said he, 'it was no fault of yours, nor of his; it was a mistake impossible to be prevented.' He only reproached him with desiring me to conceal it, and to live with him as a wife, after I knew that he was my brother; that, he said, was a vile part. Thus all these difficulties were made easy, and we lived together with the greatest kindness and comfort imaginable.

We are grown old; I am come back to England, being almost seventy years of age, husband sixty-eight, having performed much more than the limited terms of my transportation; and


Moll Flanders
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The House of Dust by Conrad Aiken:

You'll see a gas-light shedding light behind me-- An eye-shade round my forehead. There I sit, Twirling the tiny brushes in my paint-cups, Painting the pale pink rosebuds, minute violets, Exquisite wreaths of dark green ivy leaves. On this leaf, goes a dream I dreamed last night Of two soft-patterned toads--I thought them stones, Until they hopped! And then a great black spider,-- Tarantula, perhaps, a hideous thing,-- It crossed the room in one tremendous leap. Here,--as I coil the stems between two leaves,--