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Today's Stichomancy for OJ Simpson

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey:

replied Longstreth, rising. "Come on; we'll ask her. See where you stand."

They went out, leaving the door open. Duane dropped down to rest himself and to wait. He would have liked to hear Miss Longstreth's answer. But he could guess what it would be. Lawson appeared to be all Duane had thought him, and he believed he was going to find out presently that he was worse.

The men seemed to be absent a good while, though that feeling might have been occasioned by Duane's thrilling interest and anxiety. Finally he heard heavy steps. Lawson came in alone. He was leaden-faced, humiliated. Then something abject in him gave

The Lone Star Ranger
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dreams & Dust by Don Marquis:

To which the Sphinx hath known the rhyme.

Our hearts swell big with dead men's hates, Our eyes sting hot with dead men's tears; We are ourselves, but not ourselves, Born heirs, but serfs, to all the years!

I rode with Nimrod . . . strove at Troy . . . A slave I stood in Crowning Tyre, A queen looked on me and I loved And died to compass my desire.


EARTH loves to gibber o'er her dross,

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London:

miles between range and range and between many ranges, brought up at last against the white-peaked Sierras--the main crest, where the backbone of the Western world reared itself against the sky. To the north and south he could see more distinctly the cross-systems that broke through the main trend of the sea of mountains. To the west the ranges fell away, one behind the other, diminishing and fading into the gentle foothills that, in turn, descended into the great valley which he could not see.

And in all that mighty sweep of earth he saw no sign of man nor of the handiwork of man--save only the torn bosom of the hillside at his feet. The man looked long and carefully. Once, far down his own canyon, he thought he saw in the air a faint hint of smoke. He looked again and decided that it was