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Today's Stichomancy for Jessica Simpson

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson:

And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?

II A Thought

It is very nice to think The world is full of meat and drink, With little children saying grace In every Christian kind of place.

III


A Child's Garden of Verses
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne:

everything. I dismissed from my mind the past perils of the journey, the future danger of our return. That which another had done I supposed we might also do, and nothing that was not superhuman appeared impossible to me.

"Forward! forward!" I cried.

I was already darting down the gloomy tunnel when the Professor stopped me; he, the man of impulse, counselled patience and coolness.

"Let us first return to Hans," he said, "and bring the raft to this spot."

I obeyed, not without dissatisfaction, and passed out rapidly among the rocks on the shore.


Journey to the Center of the Earth
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:

[Entree d'Herode, d'Herodias et de toute la cour.]

HERODE. Ou est Salome? Ou est la princesse? Pourquoi n'est-elle pas retournee au festin comme je le lui avais commande? ah! la voile!

HERODIAS. Il ne faut pas la regarder. Vous la regardez toujours!

HERODE. La lune a l'air tres etrange ce soir. N'est-ce pas que la lune a l'air tres etrange? On dirait une femme hysterique, une femme hysterique qui va cherchant des amants partout. Elle est nue aussi. Elle est toute nue. Les nuages cherchent e la vetir, mais elle ne veut pas. Elle chancelle e travers les nuages comme une femme ivre . . . Je suis sur qu'elle cherche des amants . . . N'est-