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Today's Stichomancy for Natalie Portman

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

us. I'm glad I don't know everything, Dorothy, and that there still are things in both nature and in wit for me to marvel at."

Dorothy couldn't quite understand this, so she said nothing more on the subject and presently had a new reason to marvel. For when they had quite finished their meal table and contents disappeared in a flash.

"No dishes to wash, Ozma!" she said with a laugh. "I guess you'd make a lot of folks happy if you could teach 'em just that one trick."

For an hour Ozma told stories, and talked with

Glinda of Oz
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lucile by Owen Meredith:

Woman's destinies, duties, and hopes? would you still So bitterly blame me, Eugene de Luvois, If I hoped to see all this, or deem'd that I saw For a moment the promise of this in the plighted Affection of one who, in nature, united So much that from others affection might claim, If only affection were free? Do you blame The hope of that moment? I deem'd my heart free From all, saving sorrow. I deem'd that in me There was yet strength to mould it once more to my will, To uplift it once more to my hope. Do you still

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard:

again. His fingers gripped a sheet of notepaper - but he was seemingly unconscious of that fact. He was leaning forward, staring into the aperture. "It's empty!" he choked.

"Wot's dat?" cried the Pug, and sprang to his companion's side. "Youse're crazy, Pinkie! He thrust his head toward the opening - and then turned and stared for a moment helplessly at Pinkie Bonn. "So help me!" he said heavily. "It's - it's empty." He shook his fist suddenly. "De Crab's handed us one, dat's wot! But de Crab'll get his fer -"

"It wasn't the Crab!" Pinkie Bonn was stuttering his words. He stood, jaws dropped, his eyes glued now on the paper in his hand.