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Today's Stichomancy for Michael Moore

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift:

followed by three, four, or six children, all in rags, and importuning every passenger for an alms. These mothers instead of being able to work for their honest livelihood, are forced to employ all their time in stroling to beg sustenance for their helpless infants who, as they grow up, either turn thieves for want of work, or leave their dear native country, to fight for the Pretender in Spain, or sell themselves to the Barbadoes.

I think it is agreed by all parties, that this prodigious number of children in the arms, or on the backs, or at the heels of their mothers, and frequently of their fathers, is in the present deplorable state of the kingdom, a very great additional

A Modest Proposal
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Reign of King Edward the Third by William Shakespeare:

[Enter King John, Dukes of Normandy and Lorrain, King of Boheme, young Phillip, and Soldiers.]

KING JOHN. Edward, know that John, the true king of France, Musing thou shouldst encroach upon his land, And in thy tyranous proceeding slay His faithful subjects and subvert his Towns, Spits in thy face; and in this manner following Obraids thee with thine arrogant intrusion: First, I condemn thee for a fugitive, A thievish pirate, and a needy mate,

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Where There's A Will by Mary Roberts Rinehart:

stamped the snow off his feet. We were both paralyzed for a moment.

"Julia!" Mr. Dick cried, and went white.

I made a leap for the door, just as the handle turned, and put my back against it.

"Just a minute," I called. "The carpet is caught under it!"

Mr. Dick had lost his head and was making for the spring, as if he thought hiding his feet would conceal him. I made frantic gestures to him to go into my pantry, and he went at last, leaving his hat on the table, I left the door and flung it after him--the hat, of course, not the door--and when Miss Summers