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Today's Stichomancy for Albert Einstein

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

HERODIAS. Je ne crois pas aux presages. Il parle comme un homme ivre.

HERODE. Peut-etre qu'il est ivre du vin de Dieu!

HERODIAS. Quel vin est-ce, le vin de Dieu? De quelles vignes vient-il? Dans quel pressoir peut-on le trouver?

HERODE. [Il ne quitte plus Salome du regard.] Tigellin, quand tu as ete e Rome dernierement, est-ce que l'empereur t'a parle au sujet . . .?

TIGELLIN. A quel sujet, Seigneur?

HERODE. A quel sujet? Ah! je vous ai adresse une question, n'est- ce pas? J'ai oublie ce que je voulais savoir.

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson:

royal gibbet or the Baron's dule-tree. For the rusty blunderbuss of Scots criminal justice, which usually hurt nobody but jurymen, became a weapon of precision for the Nicksons, the Ellwalds, and the Crozers. The exhilaration of their exploits seemed to haunt the memories of their descendants alone, and the shame to be forgotten. Pride glowed in their bosoms to publish their relationship to "Andrew Ellwald of the Laverockstanes, called `Unchancy Dand,' who was justifeed wi' seeven mair of the same name at Jeddart in the days of King James the Sax." In all this tissue of crime and misfortune, the Elliotts of Cauldstaneslap had one boast which must appear legitimate: the males were gallows- birds, born outlaws, petty thieves, and deadly brawlers; but, according

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from House of Seven Gables by Nathaniel Hawthorne:

from lip to ear in manifold repetition, through a series of generations, become imbued with an effect of homely truth. The smoke of the domestic hearth has scented them through and through. By long transmission among household facts, they grow to look like them, and have such a familiar way of making themselves at home that their influence is usually greater than we suspect. Thus it happened, that when Phoebe heard a certain noise in Judge Pyncheon's throat, --rather habitual with him, not altogether voluntary, yet indicative of nothing, unless it were a slight bronchial complaint, or, as some people hinted, an apoplectic symptom,--when the girl heard this queer and awkward ingurgitation


House of Seven Gables