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Today's Stichomancy for Will Smith

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

the last words of that evening: "You men never grow up," touching lightly the grey hair above his temple.

A fortnight later.

. . . In the afternoon to the Prado. Beautiful day. At the moment of ringing at the door a strong emotion of an anxious kind. Why? Down the length of the dining-room in the rotunda part full of afternoon light Dona R., sitting cross-legged on the divan in the attitude of a very old idol or a very young child and surrounded by many cushions, waves her hand from afar pleasantly surprised, exclaiming: "What! Back already!" I give her all the details and we talk for two hours across a large brass bowl containing a little


The Arrow of Gold
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from On Revenues by Xenophon:

be a system of converging (works or) lines drawn to a single point from all the fortresses, and at the first sign of any thing hostile," etc.

[58] I.e. "they might as well try to carry off so many tons of stone."

[59] Lit. "500 stades."

[60] Lit. "more than 600 stades."

[61] The {peripoloi}, or horse patrol to guard the frontier. See Thuc. iv. 57, viii. 92; Arist. "Birds,"ii. 76. Young Athenians between eighteen and twenty were eligible for the service.

[62] Or, "for the very object of the contest." The construction is in any case unusual. {peri on agonizontai} = {peri touton oi}.

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Several Works by Edgar Allan Poe:

mask, which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.

And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

The Cask of Amontillado

by Edgar Allan Poe