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Today's Stichomancy for Sean Astin

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Middlemarch by George Eliot:

and engross her all to themselves, for the mere pleasure of the moment, and that drives off others. I think it is a heavy responsibility, Mr. Lydgate, to interfere with the prospects of any girl." Here Mrs. Bulstrode fixed her eyes on him, with an unmistakable purpose of warning, if not of rebuke.

"Clearly," said Lydgate, looking at her--perhaps even staring a little in return. "On the other hand, a man must be a great coxcomb to go about with a notion that he must not pay attention to a young lady lest she should fall in love with him, or lest others should think she must."

"Oh, Mr. Lydgate, you know well what your advantages are.


Middlemarch
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lesser Hippias by Plato:

in lying and pretending, that he dares to contradict himself, and Odysseus does not find him out; at any rate he does not appear to say anything to him which would imply that he perceived his falsehood.

HIPPIAS: What do you mean, Socrates?

SOCRATES: Did you not observe that afterwards, when he is speaking to Odysseus, he says that he will sail away with the early dawn; but to Ajax he tells quite a different story?

HIPPIAS: Where is that?

SOCRATES: Where he says,--

'I will not think about bloody war until the son of warlike Priam, illustrious Hector, comes to the tents and ships of the Myrmidons,

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Flame and Shadow by Sara Teasdale:

Secrets rushing without sound Crying from your hiding places -- Let me go, I cannot bear The sorrow of the passing faces.

-- People in the restless street, Can it be, oh can it be In the meeting of our eyes That you know as much of me?

Evening: New York

Blue dust of evening over my city, Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers