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Today's Stichomancy for Kid Rock

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard:

whistling of men, and there were the two boys coming back with the cattle, which they had found trekking along all together. The lions lifted their heads and listened, then bounded off without a sound--and I fainted.

"The lions came back no more that night, and by the next morning my nerves had got pretty straight again; but I was full of wrath when I thought of all that I had gone through at the hands, or rather noses, of those four brutes, and of the fate of my after-ox Kaptein. He was a splendid ox, and I was very fond of him. So wroth was I that like a fool I determined to attack the whole family of them. It was worthy of a greenhorn out on his first hunting trip; but I did it nevertheless.


Long Odds
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Adam Bede by George Eliot:

you may have heard about, was the first woman to preach in the Society, I believe, before she was married, when she was Miss Bosanquet; and Mr. Wesley approved of her undertaking the work. She had a great gift, and there are many others now living who are precious fellow-helpers in the work of the ministry. I understand there's been voices raised against it in the Society of late, but I cannot but think their counsel will come to nought. It isn't for men to make channels for God's Spirit, as they make channels for the watercourses, and say, 'Flow here, but flow not there.'"

"But don't you find some danger among your people--I don't mean to say that it is so with you, far from it--but don't you find


Adam Bede
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare:

For I have bought it with an hundred blows.-- But let me see;--is this our foeman's face? Ah, no, no, no! it is mine only son!-- Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee, Throw up thine eye; see, see what showers arise, Blown with the windy tempest of my heart, Upon thy wounds that kill mine eye and heart!-- O, pity, God, this miserable age!-- What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly, Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural, This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!--