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Today's Stichomancy for Vin Diesel

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

twenty times, steady and glaring from the bridge of the tug. It was immovably set and hungry, dominated like the whole man by the singleness of one instinct.

He wanted to live. He had always wanted to live. So we all do--but in us the instinct serves a complex conception, and in him this instinct existed alone. There is in such simple development a gi- gantic force, and like the pathos of a child's naive nd uncontrolled desire. He wanted that girl, and the utmost that can be said for him was that he


Falk
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo:

the probable origin of the misunderstanding.

"It's of no consequence," answered Zoie carelessly; "I wouldn't have wiped my feet on the man." By this time she had entirely forgotten Aggie's proprietorship in the source of her trouble.

"But who WAS the man?" urged Aggie, and in her mind, she had already condemned him as a low, unprincipled creature.

"What does that matter?" asked Zoie impatiently. "It's ANY man with Alfred--you know that--ANY man! "

Aggie sank in a chair and looked at her friend in despair. "Why DO you do these things," she said wearily, "when you know how Alfred feels about them?"

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Street of Seven Stars by Mary Roberts Rinehart:

"That is too pink--something more delicate."

"Here is a shade; hold it to your cheek."

"I am a bad color. I did not sleep last night."

"Still no news, Fraulein?"

"None. He has disappeared utterly. That isn't so bad, is it? I could use more rouge."

"It is being much worn. It is strange, is it not, that a child could be stolen from the hospital and leave no sign!"

The dancer laughed a mirthless laugh. Her voice changed, became nasal, full of venom.

"Oh, they know well enough," she snapped. "Those nurses know, and