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Today's Stichomancy for Saddam Hussein

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad:

congregated on the awning-deck about the pilot-house, chattering at each other like a flock of excited magpies, and there was a scandalized murmur at my heartless promptitude. What they wanted to keep that body hanging about for I can't guess. Embalm it, maybe. But I had also heard another, and a very ominous, murmur on the deck below. My friends the wood-cutters were likewise scandalized, and with a better show of reason-- though I admit that the reason itself was quite inadmissible. Oh, quite! I had made up my mind that if my late helmsman was to be eaten, the fishes alone should have him. He had been a very second-rate helmsman while alive, but now


Heart of Darkness
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Rezanov by Gertrude Atherton:

into the capital.

For three weeks longer Rezanov lay in the pal- ace of the Governor. Between fever and lassitude, his iron will seemed alternately to melt in the fiery furnace of his body, then, a cooling but still viscous and formless mass, sink to the utmost depths of his being. But here he had the best of nursing and attendance, rallied finally and insisted upon continu- ing his journey. His doctor made the less demur as the traveling was far smoother now, in the early days of March, than it would be a month hence,


Rezanov
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Redheaded Outfield by Zane Grey:

undue hilarity. But Clammer became absolutely wild with rage. It was well known that he was unmarried. Equally well was it seen that Gilbat had executed one of his famous tricks. Ball players were inclined to be dignified about the presentation of gifts upon the field, and Clammer, the dude, the swell, the lady's man, the favorite of the baseball gods--in his own estimation-- so far lost control of himself that he threw his bat at his retreating tormentor. Red jumped high and the bat skipped along the ground toward


The Redheaded Outfield