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Today's Stichomancy for Lucy Liu

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac:

made me loose all that was dear to me, all that held me to life; parents, frends, onor, reputation,--all, I have sacrifised all to you, and nothing is left me but shame, oprobrum, and--I say this without blushing--poverty. Nothing was wanting to my misfortunes but the sertainty of your contempt and hatred; and now I have them I find the corage that my project requires. My decision is made; the onor of my famly commands it. I must put an end to my suferins. Make no remarks upon my conduct, Henry; it is orful, I know, but my condition obliges me. Without help, without suport, without one frend to comfort me, can I live? No. Fate has desided for me. So in two days, Henry, two days, Ida will have seased to


Ferragus
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Flame and Shadow by Sara Teasdale:

Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In a long forgotten snow.

The Dark Cup VI

May Day

A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere.

Red small leaves of the maple

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Middlemarch by George Eliot:

anything but a remnant of vices. She had always seen the most disagreeable side of Mr. Featherstone. he was not proud of her, and she was only useful to him. To be anxious about a soul that is always snapping at you must be left to the saints of the earth; and Mary was not one of them. She had never returned him a harsh word, and had waited on him faithfully: that was her utmost. Old Featherstone himself was not in the least anxious about his soul, and had declined to see Mr. Tucker on the subject.

To-night he had not snapped, and for the first hour or two he lay remarkably still, until at last Mary heard him rattling his bunch of keys against the tin box which he always kept in the bed beside him.


Middlemarch