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Today's Stichomancy for William Shakespeare

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

getting undermanned--let die who must. Only let it be a fair game, Captain. Let's have a fair show."

Lingard assured him briefly he should have it. That was the very reason he wanted the yacht's crew in the brig, he added. Then quiet and grave he inquired whether that pistol was still in Carter's pocket.

"Never mind that," said the young man, hurriedly. "Remember who began. To be shot at wouldn't rile me so much--it's being threatened, don't you see, that was heavy on my chest. Last night is very far off though--and I will be hanged if I know what I meant exactly when I took the old thing from its nail. There.


The Rescue
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Youth by Joseph Conrad:

Do you see the lot of us there, putting a neat furl on the sails of that ship doomed to arrive nowhere? There was not a man who didn't think that at any moment the masts would topple over. From aloft we could not see the ship for smoke, and they worked carefully, passing the gaskets with even turns. 'Harbor furl--aloft there!' cried Mahon from below.

"You understand this? I don't think one of those chaps expected to get down in the usual way. When we did I heard them saying to each other, 'Well, I thought we would come down overboard, in a lump--


Youth
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale:

Than harried earth. It takes with unconcern And quick forgetting, rapture of the rain And agony of thunder, the moon's white Soft-garmented virginity, and then The insatiable ardor of the sun. And me it took. But there is one more strong, Love, that came laughing from the elder seas,

RIVERS TO THE SEA

The Cyprian, the mother of the world; She gave me love who only asked for death-- I who had seen much sorrow in men's eyes