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Today's Stichomancy for Jessica Alba

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lucile by Owen Meredith:

And swear that, whatever may happen, you can Feel assured for the life you thus cherish?" "How so?" He look'd up. "if the boy should die thus?" "Yes, I know What your look would imply . . . this sleek stranger forsooth! Because on his cheek was the red rose of youth The heart of my niece must break for it!" She cried, "Nay, but hear me yet further!" With slow heavy stride,

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Windermere's Fan by Oscar Wilde:

by being found out.

MRS. ERLYNNE. [With a strange smile.] You are quite right, I spoiled it all last night.

LORD WINDERMERE. And as for your blunder in taking my wife's fan from here and then leaving it about in Darlington's rooms, it is unpardonable. I can't bear the sight of it now. I shall never let my wife use it again. The thing is soiled for me. You should have kept it and not brought it back.

MRS. ERLYNNE. I think I shall keep it. [Goes up.] It's extremely pretty. [Takes up fan.] I shall ask Margaret to give it to me.

LORD WINDERMERE. I hope my wife will give it you.

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson:

weakness and weariness, so that the joints ache and the wrists faint under your weight.

Now and then, indeed, where was a big bush of heather, we lay awhile, and panted, and putting aside the leaves, looked back at the dragoons. They had not spied us, for they held straight on; a half-troop, I think, covering about two miles of ground, and beating it mighty thoroughly as they went. I had awakened just in time; a little later, and we must have fled in front of them, instead of escaping on one side. Even as it was, the least misfortune might betray us; and now and again, when a grouse rose out of the heather with a clap of wings, we lay as still as the


Kidnapped