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Today's Stichomancy for Bob Fosse

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson:

McRankine inquired where I had been. I told her boastfully, giving her the name of the church and the divine, and ignorantly supposing I should have gained caste. But she soon opened my eyes. In the roots of the Scottish character there are knots and contortions that not only no stranger can understand, but no stranger can follow; he walks among explosives; and his best course is to throw himself upon their mercy - 'Just as I am, without one plea,' a citation from one of the lady's favourite hymns.

The sound she made was unmistakable in meaning, though it was impossible to be written down; and I at once executed the manoeuvre I have recommended.

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Persuasion by Jane Austen:

A sensible man, and he had looked like a very sensible man, why should it be an object to him? She could only offer one solution; it was, perhaps, for Elizabeth's sake. There might really have been a liking formerly, though convenience and accident had drawn him a different way; and now that he could afford to please himself, he might mean to pay his addresses to her. Elizabeth was certainly very handsome, with well-bred, elegant manners, and her character might never have been penetrated by Mr Elliot, knowing her but in public, and when very young himself. How her temper and understanding might bear the investigation of his present keener time of life was another concern and rather a fearful one. Most earnestly did she wish


Persuasion
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Flame and Shadow by Sara Teasdale:

When I am all alone Envy me then, For I have better friends Than women and men.

Faces

People that I meet and pass In the city's broken roar, Faces that I lose so soon And have never found before,

Do you know how much you tell In the meeting of our eyes,