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Today's Stichomancy for Cary Grant

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake:

It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and raptures holy: Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers: And court the fair eyed dew, to take me to her shining tent The weeping virgin, trembling kneels before the risen sun. Till we arise link'd in a golden band and never part: But walk united bearing food to all our tender flowers.

Dost thou O little cloud? I fear that I am not like thee: For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the sweetest flowers: But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds, But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food: But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away


Poems of William Blake
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates:

I stopped. The girl was leaning back in her corner, laughing helplessly.

"It's all very fine to laugh," said I. "How would you like to be carried a county and a half beyond your station?"

"You should have asked before you got in."

"Asked?" said I. "The only person I didn't ask was the traffic superintendent himself. They said he was away on his holiday."

"They can't have understood what you said."

"I admit my articulation is defective- has been ever since a fellow backed into my car at Brooklands, did it twenty pounds' worth of damage, and then sent in a bill for a new tail-lamp. At


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

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HERODE. Ah! vous allez danser pieds nus! C'est bien! C'est bien! Vos petits pieds seront comme des colombes blanches. Ils ressembleront e des petites fleurs blanches qui dansent sur un arbre . . . Ah! non. Elle va danser dans le sang! Il y a du sang par terre. Je ne veux pas qu'elle danse dans le sang. Ce serait d'un tres mauvais presage.

HERODIAS. Qu'est-ce que cela vous fait qu'elle danse dans le sang? Vous avez bien marche dedans, vous . . .

HERODE. Qu'est-ce que cela me fait? Ah! regardez la lune! Elle est devenue rouge. Elle est devenue rouge comme du sang. Ah! le