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Today's Stichomancy for Robert E. Lee

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Z. Marcas by Honore de Balzac:

no noise, and did not laugh as we crossed the little hall at the bottom of the stairs; we commonly took it at a flying leap from the lowest step into the street. On the day when we first found ourselves bereft of tobacco for our pipes, it struck us that for some days we had been eating bread without any kind of butter.

Great was our distress.

"No tobacco!" said the Doctor.

"No cloak!" said the Keeper of the Seals.

"Ah, you rascals, you would dress as the postillion de Longjumeau, you would appear as Debardeurs, sup in the morning, and breakfast at night at Very's--sometimes even at the /Rocher de Cancale/.--Dry bread for

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard:

- 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.

The Pug, his face working, the personification of baffled rage and intolerance, leered at Pinkie Bonn. "Well, who was it, den?" he snarled.

Pinkie Bonn licked his lips.

"The White Moll!" He licked his lips again.

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:


"Bless my heart! Excuse me, Sir Richard--to sit down and leave you standing. 'S life, sir, sorrow is making a hawbuck of me. Sit down, my dear sir! my worshipful sir! or rather come with me into my room, and hear a poor wretched man's story, for I swear before God the men are fled; and my poor boy Eustace is not home either, and the groom tells me that his devil of a cousin has broken his jaw for him; and his mother is all but mad this hour past. Good lack! good lack!"

"He nearly murdered his angel of a cousin, sir! " said Sir Richard, severely.