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Today's Stichomancy for Halle Berry

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift:

plants, trees, birds, and other animals; or of the barbarous customs and idolatry of savage people, with which most writers abound. However, I thanked him for his good opinion, and promised to take the matter into my thoughts."

He said "he wondered at one thing very much, which was, to hear me speak so loud;" asking me "whether the king or queen of that country were thick of hearing?" I told him, "it was what I had been used to for above two years past, and that I admired as much at the voices of him and his men, who seemed to me only to whisper, and yet I could hear them well enough. But, when I spoke in that country, it was like a man talking in the streets,


Gulliver's Travels
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson:

and two or three who proved miserably villainous. We had weathercocks and men who faced forward, no matter what the wind that blew.

The Admiral knew well that he must have, if he could, a ship patient, contented and hopeful. I bear him witness that he spared no pains.

We had aboard trumpet and drum and viol, and he would have frequent music. Each day toward evening each man was given a cup of wine. And before sunset all were gathered for vesper service, and we sang _Salve Regina_. At night the great familiar stars shone out above us.

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson:

Assault of squalls that mock the watchful guard, And pluck the bursting canvas from the yard, And senseless clamour of the calm, at night Must mar your slumbers. By the plunging light, In beetle-haunted, most unwomanly bower Of the wild-swerving cabin, hour by hour . . .

Schooner 'Equator.'

XXXIV - TO MY OLD FAMILIARS

DO you remember - can we e'er forget? - How, in the coiled-perplexities of youth, In our wild climate, in our scowling town,