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Today's Stichomancy for Phil Mickelson

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeanette Duncan:

Champ de Mars. With some horses.'

'Did you, indeed?' I said. 'Capital.' I asked him if he didn't atrociously miss the life of the Quarter, and he surprised me by saying that he never had lived it. He had been en pension instead with a dear old professor of chemistry and his family at Puteaux, and used to go in and out. A smile came into his eyes at the rememberance, and he told me one after the other idyllic little stories of the old professor and madame. Madame and the omelet-- madame and the melon--M. Vibois and the maire; I sat charmed. So long as we remained in France his humour was like this, delicate and expansive, but an accidental allusion led us across the Channel when

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Varieties of Religious Experience by William James:

delay in my departure. Next day he would not accept a cent for the service, and he and I are friends for life.

"During the first weeks of my experience I was on guard only against worry and anger; but, in the mean time, having noticed the absence of the other depressing and dwarfing passions, I began to trace a relationship, until I was convinced that they are all growths from the two roots I have specified. I have felt the freedom now for so long a time that I am sure of my relation toward it; and I could no more harbor any of the thieving and depressing influences that once I nursed as a heritage of humanity than a fop would voluntarily wallow in a filthy gutter.

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini:

"Ah, Leandre, if he should find us here together! I tremble at the very thought."

More was not needed to reassure Andre-Louis. He had overheard enough to know that this was but the case of a pair of lovers who, with less to fear of life, were yet - after the manner of their kind - more timid of heart than he. Curiosity drew him from his warm trough to the edge of the hay. Lying prone, he advanced his head and peered down.

In the space of cropped meadow between the barn and the hedge stood a man and a woman, both young. The man was a well-set-up, comely fellow, with a fine head of chestnut hair tied in a queue by a