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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 Marie by H. Rider Haggard:

VIII. THE CAMP OF DEATH IX. THE PROMISE X. VROUW PRINSLOO SPEAKS HER MIND XI. THE SHOT IN THE KLOOF XII. DINGAAN'S BET XIII. THE REHEARSAL XIV. THE PLAY XV. RETIEF ASKS A FAVOUR XVI. THE COUNCIL XVII. THE MARRIAGE XVIII. THE TREATY


Marie
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Earth's Core by Edgar Rice Burroughs:

that fringe the outer edge of the pool. In the center of one side the largest rock was reserved for the queen, and here she took her place surrounded by her terrible guard.

All lay quiet for several minutes after settling to their places. One might have imagined them in silent prayer. The poor slaves upon the diminutive islands watched the horrid creatures with wide eyes. The men, for the most part, stood erect and stately with folded arms, awaiting their doom; but the women and children clung to one another, hiding behind the males. They are a noble-looking race, these cave men of Pellucidar,


At the Earth's Core
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Sentimental Journey by Laurence Sterne:

distress, I hate the man who can be a churl of them.

- Now was I the master of this hotel, said I, laying the point of my fore-finger on Mons. Dessein's breast, I would inevitably make a point of getting rid of this unfortunate DESOBLIGEANT; - it stands swinging reproaches at you every time you pass by it.

MON DIEU! said Mons. Dessein, - I have no interest - Except the interest, said I, which men of a certain turn of mind take, Mons. Dessein, in their own sensations, - I'm persuaded, to a man who feels for others as well as for himself, every rainy night, disguise it as you will, must cast a damp upon your spirits: - You suffer, Mons. Dessein, as much as the machine -