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Today's Stichomancy for John Carpenter

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Tarzan the Untamed by Edgar Rice Burroughs:

had considered him dead; but whatever the reason he still retained his weapons -- his spear and his long knife, his bow and arrows, and his grass rope.

Fitting a shaft to his bow Tarzan awaited an opportunity to bring down one of the larger birds, and when the opportunity finally presented itself he drove the arrow straight to its mark. As the gaily plumaged creature fluttered to earth its compan- ions and the little monkeys set up a most terrific chorus of wails and screaming protests. The whole forest became suddenly a babel of hoarse screams and shrill shrieks.

Tarzan would not have been surprised had one or two birds

Tarzan the Untamed
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo:

"When will Alfred get it?" demanded Zoie eagerly.

"Oh, he won't GET it until to-morrow morning," said Aggie. "I told you that to-day. It's a night message."

"I wonder what he'll be doing when he gets it?" mused Zoie. There was a suspicion of a smile around her lips.

"What will he do AFTER he gets it?" questioned Aggie.

Looking up at her friend in alarm, Zoie suddenly ceased sewing. "You don't mean he won't come?" she gasped.

"Of course I don't," answered Aggie. "He's only HUMAN if he is a husband."

There was a sceptical expression around Zoie's mouth, but she did

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Christ in Flanders by Honore de Balzac:

up his position at the helm. He looked at the sky, and as soon as they were out in the open sea, he shouted to the men: "Pull away, pull with all your might! The sea is smiling at a squall, the witch! I can feel the swell by the way the rudder works, and the storm in my wounds."

The nautical phrases, unintelligible to ears unused to the sound of the sea, seemed to put fresh energy into the oars; they kept time together, the rhythm of the movement was still even and steady, but quite unlike the previous manner of rowing; it was as if a cantering horse had broken into a gallop. The gay company seated in the stern amused themselves by watching the brawny arms, the tanned faces, and sparkling eyes of the rowers, the play of the tense muscles, the