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Today's Stichomancy for Leon Trotsky

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rinkitink In Oz by L. Frank Baum:

"Are you ready?" asked the boy, leaning over the well.

"I am," replied the King.

"And I am not," growled the goat, "for I have not yet had my nap out. Old Rinki will be safe enough in the well until I've slept an hour or two longer."

"But it is damp in the well," protested the boy, "and King Rinkitink may catch the rheumatism, so that he will have to ride upon your back wherever he goes."

Hearing this, Bilbil jumped up at once.

"Let's get him out," he said earnestly.


Rinkitink In Oz
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte:

the opportunity of paying while Matilda Murray was riding her matchless mare. He must have heard of the heavy loss I had sustained: he expressed no sympathy, offered no condolence: but almost the first words he uttered were, - 'How is your mother?' And this was no matter-of -course question, for I never told him that I had a mother: he must have learned the fact from others, if he knew it at all; and, besides, there was sincere goodwill, and even deep, touching, unobtrusive sympathy in the tone and manner of the inquiry. I thanked him with due civility, and told him she was as well as could be expected. 'What will she do?' was the next question. Many would have deemed it an impertinent one, and given


Agnes Grey
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield:

fool of me."

"Now your mother--she's firm--she's capable. Does what she's told with a fund of sympathy. Look at these shops we're passing--they're festering sores. How on earth this government can tolerate--"

"They're not so bad--sound enough--only want a coat of paint."

The doctor whistled a little tune and flicked the mare again.

"Well, I hope the young shaver won't give his mother too much trouble," he said. "Here we are."

A skinny little boy, who had been sliding up and down the back seat of the gig, sprang out and held the horse's head. Andreas went straight into the dining-room and left the servant girl to take the doctor upstairs. He sat