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Today's Stichomancy for Igor Stravinsky

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from La Grenadiere by Honore de Balzac:

instinct, neither selfishness nor reason, perhaps the first innocent beginnings of sentiment teaches children to know whether or not they are the first and sole thought, to find out those who love to think of them and for them. If you really love children, the dear little ones, with open hearts and unerring sense of justice, are marvelously ready to respond to love. Their love knows passion and jealousy and the most gracious delicacy of feeling; they find the tenderest words of expression; they trust you--put an entire belief in you. Perhaps there are no undutiful children without undutiful mothers, for a child's affection is always in proportion to the affection that it receives-- in early care, in the first words that it hears, in the response of

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Confessio Amantis by John Gower:

And ek toward the wommanhiede, Who that therof wol taken hiede, For thei the betre affaited be In every thing, as men may se. For love hath evere hise lustes grene In gentil folk, as it is sene, 2310 Which thing ther mai no kinde areste: I trowe that ther is no beste, If he with love scholde aqueinte, That he ne wolde make it queinte As for the while that it laste.


Confessio Amantis
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Aeneid by Virgil:

Usurp'd by strangers or a Trojan son."

At this, a flood of tears Lavinia shed; A crimson blush her beauteous face o'erspread, Varying her cheeks by turns with white and red. The driving colors, never at a stay, Run here and there, and flush, and fade away. Delightful change! Thus Indian iv'ry shows, Which with the bord'ring paint of purple glows; Or lilies damask'd by the neighb'ring rose.

The lover gaz'd, and, burning with desire, The more he look'd, the more he fed the fire:


Aeneid