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Today's Stichomancy for Mikhail Gorbachev

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Flame and Shadow by Sara Teasdale:

The heavy-headed asters, the late roses And swaying hollyhocks.

For at high-noon I heard from this same garden The far-off murmur as when many come; Up from the village surged the blind and beating Red music of a drum;

And the hysterical sharp fife that shattered The brittle autumn air, While they came, the young men marching Past the village square. . . .

Across the calm Connecticut the hills change

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from End of the Tether by Joseph Conrad:

Sterne had taken heart of grace meantime.

"And the silly insurance people too, as well," he said lightly. "But never mind that. What I want to ask is: Why shouldn't _I_ do, sir? I don't say but you could take a steamer about the world as well as any of us sailors. I don't pretend to tell YOU that it is a very great trick . . ." He emitted a short, hollow guffaw, familiarly . . . "I didn't make the law--but there it is; and I am an active young fellow! I quite hold with your ideas; I know your ways by this time, Mr. Massy. I wouldn't try to give myself airs like that--that--er


End of the Tether
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Georgics by Virgil:

Stiff clings the jagged icicle. Meanwhile All heaven no less is filled with falling snow; The cattle perish: oxen's mighty frames Stand island-like amid the frost, and stags In huddling herds, by that strange weight benumbed, Scarce top the surface with their antler-points. These with no hounds they hunt, nor net with toils, Nor scare with terror of the crimson plume; But, as in vain they breast the opposing block, Butcher them, knife in hand, and so dispatch Loud-bellowing, and with glad shouts hale them home.


Georgics