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Today's Stichomancy for Nikola Tesla

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad:

Harry Hagberd. These sheets were read in for- eign parts to the end of the world, he informed Bes- sie. At the same time he seemed to think that his son was in England--so near to Colebrook that he would of course turn up "to-morrow." Bessie, without committing herself to that opinion in so many words, argued that in that case the expense of advertising was unnecessary; Captain Hagberd had better spend that weekly half-crown on him- self. She declared she did not know what he lived on. Her argumentation would puzzle him and cast


To-morrow
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James:

to follow? Morgan had dim memories of an old grandfather, the maternal, in New York, whom he had been taken across the ocean at the age of five to see: a gentleman with a high neck-cloth and a good deal of pronunciation, who wore a dress-coat in the morning, which made one wonder what he wore in the evening, and had, or was supposed to have "property" and something to do with the Bible Society. It couldn't have been but that he was a good type. Pemberton himself remembered Mrs. Clancy, a widowed sister of Mr. Moreen's, who was as irritating as a moral tale and had paid a fortnight's visit to the family at Nice shortly after he came to live with them. She was "pure and refined," as Amy said over the

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner:

And Life said, "Thou hast well chosen. If thou hadst said, 'Love,' I would have given thee that thou didst ask for; and I would have gone from thee, and returned to thee no more. Now, the day will come when I shall return. In that day I shall bear both gifts in one hand."

I heard the woman laugh in her sleep.

London.

IX. THE ARTIST'S SECRET.

There was an artist once, and he painted a picture. Other artists had colours richer and rarer, and painted more notable pictures. He painted his with one colour, there was a wonderful red glow on it; and the people went up and down, saying, "We like the picture, we like the glow."