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Today's Stichomancy for Neil Gaiman

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte:

did feel their conduct strange and disagreeable in that respect), as because I found it impossible to keep my pupils away from them, as I was repeatedly desired to do: Tom must talk to them, and Mary Ann must be noticed by them. Neither the one nor the other knew what it was to feel any degree of shamefacedness, or even common modesty. They would indecently and clamorously interrupt the conversation of their elders, tease them with the most impertinent questions, roughly collar the gentlemen, climb their knees uninvited, hang about their shoulders or rifle their pockets, pull the ladies' gowns, disorder their hair, tumble their collars, and importunately beg for their trinkets.


Agnes Grey
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The House of Dust by Conrad Aiken:

Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest, Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains.

We hear him and take him among us like a wind of music, Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard; We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight, We pour in a sinister mass, we ascend a stair, With laughter and cry, with word upon murmured word, We flow, we descend, we turn. . . . and the eternal dreamer Moves on among us like light, like evening air . . .

Good night! good night! good night! we go our ways, The rain runs over the pavement before our feet,

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates:

refused you admission another thousand apologies two thousand in all writing." We thought it was rather good.

The next morning I glanced at the clock and pushed back my chair.

"I must be off," I murmured.

Jonah raised his eyes and then looked at Berry. The latter's eyes were already raised. He had begun to sigh.

"What's the matter with you?" said I defiantly.

"One moment," said Berry. "My flesh is creeping. Now then. How many more of these sittings?"

"Wednesdays be the last, I think."

"Which means that she's leaving Town on Thursday."


The Brother of Daphne