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Today's Stichomancy for Ice-T

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from When the Sleeper Wakes by H. G. Wells:

were vague and unformed. He had one picture of some commanding position from which he could address the multitudes, another of meeting Ostrog face to face. He was full of rage, of tense muscular excitement, his hands gripped, his lips were pressed together.

The way to the Council House across the ruins was impassable, but Asano met that difficulty and took Graham into the premises of the central post-office. The post-office was nominally at work, but the blue- clothed porters moved sluggishly or had stopped to stare through the arches of their galleries at the

When the Sleeper Wakes
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Gentle Grafter by O. Henry:

warehouse listening to your side-kicker make a speech. He is some gravy on delivering himself of audible sounds relating to matters and conclusions,' says the man.

"'Well, I hope he'll adjourn, sine qua non, pretty soon,' says I, 'for trade languishes.'

"Not a customer did we have that afternoon. At six o'clock two Mexicans brought Andy to the saloon lying across the back of a burro. We put him in bed while he still muttered and gesticulated with his hands and feet.

"Then I locked up the cash and went out to see what had happened. I met a man who told me all about it. Andy had made the finest two hour

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Red Seal by Natalie Sumner Lincoln:

had made their debut jointly on their eighteenth birthday, and while both were popular, Barbara had received the greater amount of attention.

Barbara tip-toed into the suite of rooms which the girls occupied over the library, expecting to find Helen lying on the lounge; instead, she found her writing busily at her desk. She tossed down her pen as her sister entered, and, taking up a blotter, carefully laid it across the page she had been writing.

"Thank heaven, I don't have to go to that supper party," Barbara announced, throwing herself full length on the lounge.

"So father gave it up," commented Helen. "I am glad."

The Red Seal