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Today's Stichomancy for Ho Chi Minh

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:

Permettez-moi de vous reconduire.

SALOME. Le prophete . . . est-ce un vieillard?

PREMIER SOLDAT. Non, princesse, c'est un tout jeune homme.

SECOND SOLDAT. On ne le sait pas. Il y en a qui disent que c'est Elie?

SALOME. Qui est Elie?

SECOND SOLDAT. Un tres ancien prophete de ce pays, princesse.

UN ESCLAVE. Quelle reponse dois-je donner au tetrarque de la part de la princesse?

LA VOIX D'IOKANAAN. Ne te rejouis point, terre de Palestine, parce que la verge de celui qui te frappait a ete brisee. Car de la race

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Death of the Lion by Henry James:

my peculiar charge, just as circumstances had made Neil Paraday. She would be another person to look after, so that one's honour would be concerned in guiding her straight. These things became clearer to me later on; at the instant I had scepticism enough to observe to her, as I turned the pages of her volume, that her net had all the same caught many a big fish. She appeared to have had fruitful access to the great ones of the earth; there were people moreover whose signatures she had presumably secured without a personal interview. She couldn't have worried George Washington and Friedrich Schiller and Hannah More. She met this argument, to my surprise, by throwing up the album without a pang. It wasn't

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Daisy Miller by Henry James:

"You certainly won't leave me!" cried Winterbourne.

She burst into her little laugh. "Are you afraid you'll get lost-- or run over? But there's Giovanelli, leaning against that tree. He's staring at the women in the carriages: did you ever see anything so cool?"

Winterbourne perceived at some distance a little man standing with folded arms nursing his cane. He had a handsome face, an artfully poised hat, a glass in one eye, and a nosegay in his buttonhole. Winterbourne looked at him a moment and then said, "Do you mean to speak to that man?"

"Do I mean to speak to him? Why, you don't suppose I mean