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Today's Stichomancy for H. G. Wells

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola:

the occasion.

Then everybody said his say. Labordette thought her extraordinarily well preserved. Maria Blond let slip a foul expression and vexed Lucy, who declared that one ought to honor gray hairs. All the women, to sum up, agreed that she was a perfect marvel. Then the company got into their conveyances again. From Chamont all the way to La Mignotte Nana remained silent. She had twice turned round to look back at the house, and now, lulled by the sound of the wheels, she forgot that Steiner was at her side and that Georges was in front of her. A vision had come up out of the twilight, and the great lady seemed still to be sweeping by with all the majesty of a

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Apology by Plato:

Some one will say: And are you not ashamed, Socrates, of a course of life which is likely to bring you to an untimely end? To him I may fairly answer: There you are mistaken: a man who is good for anything ought not to calculate the chance of living or dying; he ought only to consider whether in doing anything he is doing right or wrong--acting the part of a good man or of a bad. Whereas, upon your view, the heroes who fell at Troy were not good for much, and the son of Thetis above all, who altogether despised danger in comparison with disgrace; and when he was so eager to slay Hector, his goddess mother said to him, that if he avenged his companion Patroclus, and slew Hector, he would die himself--'Fate,' she said, in these or the like words, 'waits for you next after Hector;' he,

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:

lacs noirs troubles par des lunes fantastiques . . . Pensez-vous qu'il parlera encore?

LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Ne restez pas ici, princesse! Je vous prie de ne pas rester ici.

SALOME. Comme il est maigre aussi! il ressemble e une mince image d'ivoire. On dirait une image d'argent. Je suis sure qu'il est chaste, autant que la lune. Il ressemble e un rayon d'argent. Sa chair doit etre tres froide, comme de l'ivoire . . . Je veux le regarder de pres.

LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Non, non, princesse!

SALOME. Il faut que je le regarde de pres.