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Today's Stichomancy for Andy Warhol

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell:

with hate.

"You make me sick, Scarlett O'Hara, talking about being protected! You don't care about being protected! If you did you'd never have exposed yourself as you have done all these months, prissing yourself about this town, showing yourself off to strange men, hoping they'll admire you! What happened to you this afternoon was just what you deserved and if there was any justice you'd have gotten worse."

"Oh, India, hush!" cried Melanie.

"Let her talk," cried Scarlett. "I'm enjoying it. I always knew she hated me and she was too much of a hypocrite to admit it. If


Gone With the Wind
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young:

seeing the ladies across the long bridge, and from telling them Good-bye. As soon as she saw Bessie Bell leaning up against the lady she cried:

``Why, Bessie Bell! ''

Bessie Bell said, ``Sister Helen Vincula,'' and she knew she had done something wrong, but she could only wonder what.

But the lady said very quickly,- and she held Bessie Bell's hand even harder than before,--she said:

``Sister Helen Vincula, I must ask you something--''

Sister Helen Vincula and the lady talked a long time.

Bessie Bell did not listen very much to what they said.

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington Robinson:

We do not fight to-day, we only die; We are too proud of death, and too ashamed Of God, to know enough to be alive.

VII

There is one battle-field whereon we fall Triumphant and unconquered; but, alas! We are too fleshly fearful of ourselves To fight there till our days are whirled and blurred By sorrow, and the ministering wheels Of anguish take us eastward, where the clouds Of human gloom are lost against the gleam