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Today's Stichomancy for Kirk Douglas

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

the poetry was in print.

Amelie brightened visibly.

"Why, that is easily explained," said she. "M. de Rubempre works for a printer. It is as if a pretty woman should make her own dresses," she added, looking at Lolotte.

"He printed his poetry himself!" said the women among themselves.

"Then, why does he call himself M. de Rubempre?" inquired Jacques. "If a noble takes a handicraft, he ought to lay his name aside."

"So he did as a matter of fact," said Zizine, "but his name was plebeian, and he took his mother's name, which is noble."

"Well, if his verses are printed, we can read them for ourselves,"

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tik-Tok of Oz by L. Frank Baum:

Ruggedo was delighted with the success of his stratagem. He had just transformed the Rose Princess into a fiddle and was about to transform Files into a fiddle bow, when the dragon appeared to interrupt him. So he called out:

"Welcome, my dear Quox, to my royal entertainment. Since you are here, you shall witness some very neat magic, and after I have finished with Files and Tik-Tok I mean to transform you into a tiny lizard--one of the chameleon sort--and you shall live in my cavern


Tik-Tok of Oz
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The House of Dust by Conrad Aiken:

Your bright hand turns the page. I watch you from my window, unsuspected: You move in an alien land, a silent age . . .

. . . The poet--what was his name--? Tokkei--Tokkei-- The poet walked alone in a cold late rain, And thought his grief was like the crying of sea-birds; For his lover was dead, he never would love again.

Rain in the dreams of the mind--rain forever-- Rain in the sky of the heart--rain in the willows-- But then he saw this face, this face like flame, This quiet lady, this portrait by Hiroshigi;