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Today's Stichomancy for Ambrose Bierce

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Amy Foster by Joseph Conrad:

rigging that stood out dark and pointed on a back- ground of ragged, slaty clouds like another and a slighter spire to the left of the Brenzett church- tower. In the evening the wind rose. At midnight I could hear in my bed the terrific gusts and the sounds of a driving deluge.

"About that time the Coastguardmen thought they saw the lights of a steamer over the anchoring- ground. In a moment they vanished; but it is clear that another vessel of some sort had tried for shel- ter in the bay on that awful, blind night, had


Amy Foster
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Animal Farm by George Orwell:

procure firearms and train themselves in the use of them. According to Snowball, they must send out more and more pigeons and stir up rebellion among the animals on the other farms. The one argued that if they could not defend themselves they were bound to be conquered, the other argued that if rebellions happened everywhere they would have no need to defend themselves. The animals listened first to Napoleon, then to Snowball, and could not make up their minds which was right; indeed, they always found themselves in agreement with the one who was speaking at the moment.

At last the day came when Snowball's plans were completed. At the Meeting on the following Sunday the question of whether or not to begin work on the windmill was to be put to the vote. When the animals had assembled in


Animal Farm
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake:

All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep, sleep, happy child! All creation slept and smiled. Sleep, sleep, happy sleep, While o'er thee thy mother weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face Holy image I can trace; Sweet babe, once like thee Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:

Wept for me, for thee, for all, When He was an infant small.


Songs of Innocence and Experience