Today's Stichomancy for Kelsey Grammer

switches, cutting me so savagely as to leave the marks visible for a long time after. This whipping was the first of a number just like it, and for similar of- fences. I lived with Mr. Covey one year. During the first six months, of that year, scarce a week passed with- out his whipping me. I was seldom free from a sore back. My awkwardness was almost always his ex- cuse for whipping me. We were worked fully up to the point of endurance. Long before day we were

The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass: An American Slave

dear Samovar will be delighted." (He used to call the Countess Lidia Ivanovna, well known in society, a smovar, because she was always bubbling over with excitement.) "She has been continually asking after you. And, do you know, if I may venture to advise you, you should go and see her today. You know how she takes everything to heart. Just now, with all her own cares, she's anxious about the Oblonskys being brought together."

The Countess Lidia Ivanovna was a friend of her husband's, and the center of that one of the coteries of the Petersburg world with which Anna was, through her husband, in the closest relations.

Anna Karenina

Where now he sits at the right hand of bliss. Thus, measuring things in Heaven by things on Earth, At thy request, and that thou mayest beware By what is past, to thee I have revealed What might have else to human race been hid; The discord which befel, and war in Heaven Among the angelick Powers, and the deep fall Of those too high aspiring, who rebelled With Satan; he who envies now thy state, Who now is plotting how he may seduce Thee also from obedience, that, with him

Paradise Lost

a familiar place had made him turn into Orange House - it is impossible to say. He was steadying himself lightly with the tips of his fingers on the little table. There were on that verandah two men whom he knew well personally, but his gaze roaming incessantly as though he were looking for a way of escape, passed and repassed over them without a sign of recognition. They, on their side, looking at him, doubted the evidence of their own eyes. It was not that his face was distorted. On the contrary, it was still, it was set. But its expression, somehow, was unrecognisable. Can that be him? they wondered with awe.

In his head there was a wild chaos of clear thoughts. Perfectly

'Twixt Land & Sea