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Today's Stichomancy for Butch Cassidy

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:

disent que les anges n'existent pas.

PREMIER SOLDAT. Je trouve que c'est ridicule de discuter sur de telles choses.

LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Comme la princesse Salome est belle ce soir!

LE PAGE D'HERODIAS. Vous la regardez toujours. Vous la regardez trop. Il ne faut pas regarder les gens de cette facon . . . Il peut arriver un malheur.

LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Elle est tres belle ce soir.

PREMIER SOLDAT. Le tetrarque a l'air sombre.

SECOND SOLDAT. Oui, il a l'air sombre.

PREMIER SOLDAT. Il regarde quelque chose.

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Manon Lescaut by Abbe Prevost:

recount them, for I confess they have been brought on by no very creditable course of conduct: the results, however, are so truly melancholy, that a friend even less attached than you would be affected by the recital.'

"He then begged of me, in proof of friendship, to let him know, without any disguise, all that had occurred to me since my departure from St. Sulpice. I gratified him; and so far from concealing anything, or attempting to extenuate my faults, I spoke of my passion with all the ardour with which it still inspired me. I represented it to him as one of those especial visitations of fate, which draw on the devoted victim to his

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris:

now was a shriveled yellow body hanging from the edge of a spider web and a magnificent butterfly flexing its wings in the sun.

* This story reminds us that we cannot predict the future, either for others or for ourselves.

*This story teaches us to trust in God rather than in the opinion of men.

The Wise One

High in the mountains of a distant land there once lived a man so incredibly old that his life no longer had any plot. He was so old that his very name had faded from the memories of all those around him, and he was known only as "The Wise One." He spent his later