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Today's Stichomancy for Christopher Lee

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Several Works by Edgar Allan Poe:

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--nevermore!

The Masque of the Red Death

by Edgar Allan Poe

October, 1997 [Etext #1064]*

The Masque of the Red Death

The "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal--the redness and the horror of blood. There were

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey:

She heared Stewart close behind, starting little avalanches that kept rolling on Majesty's fetlocks. She feared his legs might he cut or bruised, for some of the stones cracked by and went rattling down the slope. At length the clouds of dust thinned and Madeline saw the others before her ride out upon a level. Soon she was down, and Stewart also.

Here there was a delay, occasioned by Stewart changing Dorothy from his horse to her own. This struck Madeline as being singular, and made her thoughtful. In fact, the alert, quiet manner of all the cowboys was not reassuring. As they resumed the ride it was noticeable that Nels and Nick were far in


The Light of Western Stars
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake:

And we cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all covered with sheep.' 'Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, And then go home to bed.' The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laughed, And all the hills echoed.

INFANT JOY

'I have no name; I am but two days old.' What shall I call thee?


Songs of Innocence and Experience