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Today's Stichomancy for Albert Einstein

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Hermione's Little Group of Serious Thinkers by Don Marquis:

I've just about dropped it myself. It's the same way with everything exclusive. It soon becomes common.

Really, I hadn't worn my white summer furs three weeks before I saw so many imitations that I just simply HAD to lay them aside.

Don't you think people who take up things like that, after the real leaders have dropped them, are frightfully lacking in SUBTLETY?

Oh, Subtlety! Subtlety! WHAT would modern thought be without Subtlety?

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sons of the Soil by Honore de Balzac:

broken stone and gravel, so that the water ran off rapidly; and as the rain seldom comes from the northward in Burgundy, no dampness could rot the foundations, slight as they were. Below the steps and along the path ran a rustic paling, hidden beneath a hedge of hawthorn and sweet-brier. An arbor, with a few clumsy tables and wooden benches, filled the space between the cottage and the road, and invited the passers-by to rest themselves. At the upper end of the bank by the house roses grew, and wall-flowers, violets, and other flowers that cost nothing. Jessamine and honey-suckle had fastened their tendrils on the roof, mossy already, though the building was far from old.

To the right of the house, the owner had built a stable for two cows.

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:

SALOME. Ce sont les yeux surtout qui sont terribles. On dirait des trous noirs laisses par des flambeaux sur une tapisserie de Tyr. On dirait des cavernes noires ou demeurent des dragons, des cavernes noires d'Egypte ou les dragons trouvent leur asile. On dirait des lacs noirs troubles par des lunes fantastiques . . . Pensez-vous qu'il parlera encore?

LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Ne restez pas ici, princesse! Je vous prie de ne pas rester ici.

SALOME. Comme il est maigre aussi! il ressemble e une mince image d'ivoire. On dirait une image d'argent. Je suis sure qu'il est chaste, autant que la lune. Il ressemble e un rayon d'argent. Sa