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Today's Stichomancy for George Clooney

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

went on after a little pause, 'three months after being licensed by the Keeper of the Seals, one evening, as I was going to bed--it was before my marriage--I was sent for by Madame la Comtesse de Merret, to her Chateau of Merret. Her maid, a good girl, who is now a servant in this inn, was waiting at my door with the Countess' own carriage. Ah! one moment! I ought to tell you that Monsieur le Comte de Merret had gone to Paris to die two months before I came here. He came to a miserable end, flinging himself into every kind of dissipation. You understand?

" 'On the day when he left, Madame la Comtesse had quitted la Grand Breteche, having dismantled it. Some people even say that she had

La Grande Breteche
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Ideal Husband by Oscar Wilde:

[Enter MASON.]

MASON. Luncheon is on the table, my Lady!

[MASON goes out.]

MABEL CHILTERN. You'll stop to luncheon, Lord Caversham, won't you?

LORD CAVERSHAM. With pleasure, and I'll drive you down to Downing Street afterwards, Chiltern. You have a great future before you, a great future. Wish I could say the same for you, sir. [To LORD GORING.] But your career will have to be entirely domestic.

LORD GORING. Yes, father, I prefer it domestic.

LORD CAVERSHAM. And if you don't make this young lady an ideal husband, I'll cut you off with a shilling.

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis:

The restless wish, the instant need, Still lashed him up the slope!

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I sing no governed firmament, Cold, ordered, regular-- I sing the stinging discontent That leaps from star to star!


WHAT was his life, back yonder In the dusk where time began, This beast uncouth with the jaw of an ape