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Today's Stichomancy for Kelly Hu

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Schoolmistress and Other Stories by Anton Chekhov:

wits outstripped his wisdom. Sometimes he would sit writing papers all night. . . . Play, peasant! . . . But he was a nice gentleman. And so white skinned, black-haired and tall! . . . He was a good lodger."

"It seems the fair sex is at the bottom of it," said the coachman, slapping the nine of trumps on the king of diamonds. "It seems he was fond of another man's wife and disliked his own; it does happen."

"The king rebels," said the porter.

At that moment there was again a ring from the yard. The rebellious king spat with vexation and went out. Shadows like


The Schoolmistress and Other Stories
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare:

[Exit.]

[Fight: excursions. Enter KING, QUEEN, and others.]

QUEEN. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!

KING HENRY. Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.

QUEEN. What are you made of? you'll nor fight nor fly; Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, To give the enemy way, and to secure us By what we can, which can no more but fly.

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Professor by Charlotte Bronte:

rendering the English answers into German. A sentiment of keen pleasure accompanied this first effort to earn my own living--a sentiment neither poisoned nor weakened by the presence of the taskmaster, who stood and watched me for some time as I wrote. I thought he was trying to read my character, but I felt as secure against his scrutiny as if I had had on a casque with the visor down-or rather I showed him my countenance with the confidence that one would show an unlearned man a letter written in Greek; he might see lines, and trace characters, but he could make nothing of them; my nature was not his nature, and its signs were to him like the words of an unknown tongue. Ere long he turned


The Professor