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Today's Stichomancy for George W. Bush

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pericles by William Shakespeare:

Wherein we are not destitute for want, But weary for the staleness.

LYSIMACHUS. O, sir, a courtesy Which if we should deny, the most just gods For every graff would send a catepillar, And so afflict our province. Yet once more Let me entreat to know at large the cause Of your king's sorrow.

HELICANUS. Sit, sir, I will recount it to you:

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mansion by Henry van Dyke:

Finally they reached an open field, bare and lonely-looking. There were two or three little bushes in it, without flowers, and the grass was sparse and thin. In the center of the field was a tiny hut, hardly big enough for a shepherd's shelter. It looked as if it had been built of discarded things, scraps and

fragments of other buildings, put together with care and pains, by some one who had tried to make the most of cast-off material.

There was something pitiful and shamefaced about the hut. It shrank and drooped and faded in its barren field, and seemed to cling only by sufferance to the edge of the splendid city.

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas:

out myself."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I have a strong suspicion that M. de G. is to be your associate in this pretty plan, of which I can accept neither the cost nor the benefits

"What a child you are! I thought you loved me. I was mistaken; all right."

She rose, opened the piano and began to play the Invitation a la Valse, as far as the famous passage in the major which always stopped her. Was it through force of habit, or was it to remind me of the day when we first met? All I know is that the melody


Camille