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Today's Stichomancy for Tupac Shakur

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

sacrificed to her at first, only to be imposed upon her later. His marriage should take place later, in obedience to Mme. de Beauseant's expressed wish. He went so far as to enlist the Marquise's nobleness and pride and all the great qualities of her nature to help him to succeed in this compassionate design. He would write a letter at once to allay her suspicions. /A letter!/ For a woman with the most exquisite feminine perception, as well as the intuition of passionate love, a letter in itself was a sentence of death.

So when Jacques came and brought Mme. de Beauseant a sheet of paper folded in a triangle, she trembled, poor woman, like a snared swallow. A mysterious sensation of physical cold spread from head to foot,

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie:

pressure. Had the beastly thing stuck? Finally, in desperation, he pushed with all his might. But the door remained firm, and at last the truth dawned upon him. It was locked or bolted on the inside.

For a moment or two Tommy's indignation got the better of him.

"Well, I'm damned!" he said. "What a dirty trick!"

As his indignation cooled, he prepared to face the situation. Clearly the first thing to be done was to restore the handle to its original position. If he let it go suddenly, the men inside would be almost certain to notice it, so, with the same infinite pains, he reversed his former tactics. All went well, and with a


Secret Adversary
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Duchess of Padua by Oscar Wilde:

Why, then I will be gone! and may you find More mercy than you showed to me to-night!

GUIDO

Let me find mercy when I go at night And do foul murder.

DUCHESS

[coming down a few steps.] Murder did you say? Murder is hungry, and still cries for more, And Death, his brother, is not satisfied, But walks the house, and will not go away,