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Today's Stichomancy for Peter O'Toole

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gambara by Honore de Balzac:

than a finished picture when on their trial before those who interpret a work in their own mind rather than accept it rounded off and complete?

The purest and serenest music that Andrea had ever listened to rose up from under Gambara's fingers like the vapor of incense from an altar. The composer's voice grew young again, and, far from marring the noble melody, it elucidated it, supported it, guided it,--just as the feeble and quavering voice of an accomplished reader, such as Andrieux, for instance, can expand the meaning of some great scene by Corneille or Racine by lending personal and poetical feeling.

This really angelic strain showed what treasures lay hidden in that


Gambara
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Confessio Amantis by John Gower:

Thei treten, that the Cite all Was cristned, and sche forth withall. This Emperour, which hele hath founde, Withinne Rome anon let founde Tuo cherches, which he dede make For Peter and for Poules sake, Of whom he hadde avisioun; And yaf therto possessioun 3480 Of lordschipe and of worldes good. Bot how so that his will was good Toward the Pope and his Franchise,


Confessio Amantis
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey:

like contending columns of ants on the march. And everywhere the monstrous electric signs flared up vivid in white and red and green; and dimmed and paled, only to flash up again.

Ring out the Old! Ring in the New! Carley had poignantly felt the sadness of the one, the promise of the other. As one by one the siren factory whistles opened up with deep, hoarse bellow, the clamor of the street and the ringing of the bells were lost in a volume of continuous sound that swelled on high into a magnificent roar. It was the voice of a city--of a nation. It was the voice of a people crying out the strife and the agony of the year--pealing forth a prayer for the future.

Glenn had put his lips to her ear: "It's like the voice in my soul!" Never


The Call of the Canyon