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Today's Stichomancy for Dwight Eisenhower

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft:

a week of debate it was sent to Miskatonic University, together with the deceased's collection of strange books, for study and possible translation; but even the best linguists soon saw that it was not likely to be unriddled with ease. No trace of the ancient gold with which Wilbur and Old Whateley had always paid their debts has yet been discovered. It was in the dark of September ninth that the horror broke loose. The hill noises had been very pronounced during the evening, and dogs barked frantically all night. Early risers on the tenth noticed a peculiar stench in the air. About seven o'clock Luther Brown, the hired boy at George

The Dunwich Horror
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:

bague e ma main droite. Qui a bu mon vin! Il y avait du vin dans ma coupe. Elle etait pleine de vin. Quelqu'un l'a bu? Oh! je suis sur qu'il va arriver un malheur e quelqu'un. [Le bourreau descend dans la citerne.] Ah! pourquoi ai-je donne ma parole? Les rois ne doivent jamais donner leur parole. S'ils ne la gardent pas, c'est terrible. S'ils la gardent, c'est terrible aussi . . .

HERODIAS. Je trouve que ma fille a bien fait.

HERODE. Je suis sur qu'il va arriver un malheur.

SALOME [Elle se penche sur la citerne et ecoute.] Il n'y a pas de bruit. Je n'entends rien. Pourquoi ne crie-t-il pas, cet homme? Ah! si quelqu'un cherchait e me tuer, je crierais, je me debattrais,

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne:

customs, which would have affected me with the same pleasure as when I used to pick up Indian arrow-heads in the field near the Old Manse. But, one idle and rainy day, it was my fortune to make a discovery of some little interest. Poking and burrowing into the heaped-up rubbish in the corner, unfolding one and another document, and reading the names of vessels that had long ago foundered at sea or rotted at the wharves, and those of merchants never heard of now on 'Change, nor very readily decipherable on their mossy tombstones; glancing at such matters with the

The Scarlet Letter