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Today's Stichomancy for M. C. Escher

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Helen of Troy And Other Poems by Sara Teasdale:

That glimmers and is gone. They shall behold Each one his dream that fashions me anew; -- With hair like lakes that glint beneath the stars Dark as sweet midnight, or with hair aglow Like burnished gold that still retains the fire. Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time The heavy eyelids filled with fleeting dreams.

I wait for one who comes with sword to slay -- The king I wronged who searches for me now; And yet he shall not slay me. I shall stand With lifted head and look within his eyes,

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine:

Reckless he undoubtedly was, at odds with the law surely, but it was hard to admit that attractive personality to be the mask of fiendish cruelty and sinister malice. And yet--the facts spoke for themselves. He had not even attempted a denial. Still there was a mystery about him, else how was it possible for two so distinct personalities to dwell together in the same body.

She hated him with all her lusty young will; not only for what he was, but also for what she had been disappointed in not finding him after her first instinctive liking. Yet it was with an odd little thrill that she ran down again into the coulee where her prosaic life had found its first real adventure. He might be all

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Long Odds by H. Rider Haggard:

round the pan I found the remains of a blue vilderbeeste that had evidently been killed within the last three or four days and partially devoured by lions; and from other indications about I was soon assured that if the family were not in the pan that day they spent a good deal of their spare time there. But if there, the question was how to get them out; for it was clearly impossible to think of going in after them unless one was quite determined to commit suicide. Now there was a strong wind blowing from the direction of the waggon, across the reedy pan towards the bush-clad kloof or donga, and this first gave me the idea of firing the reeds, which, as I think I told you, were pretty dry. Accordingly Tom took some matches and began starting little fires to

Long Odds