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Today's Stichomancy for Kate Moss

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne:

field -- boots, spurs, half tightly-fitting trousers, brown pelisse, trimmed with fur and ornamented with yellow braid. On his breast glittered a cross and several medals.

Michael Strogoff belonged to the special corps of the Czar's couriers, ranking as an officer among those picked men. His most discernible characteristic -- particularly in his walk, his face, in the whole man, and which the Czar perceived at a glance -- was, that he was "a fulfiller of orders." He therefore possessed one of the most service- able qualities in Russia -- one which, as the celebrated novel- ist Tourgueneff says, "will lead to the highest positions in

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard:

how at last he took refuge beneath the wing of the white chief, here in the kraal Jazi, and lived, spat upon, an outcast, until at length he fell sick, as such men are apt to do, and the Thing-that-never-should-have-been-born was sent for to doctor him. And you know also how he lies dying, within him an agony as though he had swallowed a red hot spear, and before him a great blackness peopled by the ghosts of those whom he has slain, and of his forefathers whose House he has pulled down and burned."

Zikali ceased, and thrusting his hideous head to within an inch or two of that of the dying man, he glowered at him with his fierce and fiery eves. Then he began to whisper into the king's

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas:

of the scaffold, the more fully, of course, it was crowded with curious people.

These were the same who, not satisfied with the blood which they had shed three days before, were now craving for a new victim.

And scarcely had Cornelius made his appearance than a fierce groan ran through the whole street, spreading all over the yard, and re-echoing from the streets which led to the scaffold, and which were likewise crowded with spectators.

The scaffold indeed looked like an islet at the confluence of several rivers.


The Black Tulip