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Today's Stichomancy for Jennifer Lopez

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Oakdale Affair by Edgar Rice Burroughs:

"I will go with you," replied the boy, "and take what- ever you get."

"Why?" asked Bridge.

The youth flushed; but did not reply, for there came from without a sudden augmentation of the murmur- ings of the mob. Automobile horns screamed out upon the night. The two heard the chugging of motors, the sound of brakes and the greetings of new arrivals. The reinforcements had arrived from Oakdale.

A guard came to the grating of the cell door. "The bunch from Oakdale has come," he said. "If I was you


The Oakdale Affair
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James:

puzzling as a page in an unknown language - altogether different from the obvious little Anglo-Saxons who had misrepresented childhood to Pemberton. Indeed the whole mystic volume in which the boy had been amateurishly bound demanded some practice in translation. To-day, after a considerable interval, there is something phantasmagoria, like a prismatic reflexion or a serial novel, in Pemberton's memory of the queerness of the Moreens. If it were not for a few tangible tokens - a lock of Morgan's hair cut by his own hand, and the half-dozen letters received from him when they were disjoined - the whole episode and the figures peopling it would seem too inconsequent for anything but dreamland. Their

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Princess by Alfred Tennyson:

'Peace, you young savage of the Northern wild! What! though your Prince's love were like a God's, Have we not made ourself the sacrifice? You are bold indeed: we are not talked to thus: Yet will we say for children, would they grew Like field-flowers everywhere! we like them well: But children die; and let me tell you, girl, Howe'er you babble, great deeds cannot die; They with the sun and moon renew their light For ever, blessing those that look on them. Children--that men may pluck them from our hearts,