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Today's Stichomancy for Samuel L. Jackson

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy:

the candles the flush and excitement which were little less than chronic with her now. The farewell words of Troy, who had accompanied her to the very door, still lingered in her ears. He had bidden her adieu for two days, which were so he stated, to be spent at Bath in visiting some friends. He had also kissed her a second time. It is only fair to Bathsheba to explain here a little fact which did not come to light till a long time after- wards: that Troy's presentation of himself so aptly at the roadside this evening was not by any distinctly pre-

Far From the Madding Crowd
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King James Bible:

with the words of thy mouth.

PRO 6:3 Do this now, my son, and deliver thyself, when thou art come into the hand of thy friend; go, humble thyself, and make sure thy friend.

PRO 6:4 Give not sleep to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine eyelids.

PRO 6:5 Deliver thyself as a roe from the hand of the hunter, and as a bird from the hand of the fowler.

PRO 6:6 Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:

PRO 6:7 Which having no guide, overseer, or ruler,

PRO 6:8 Provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.

King James Bible
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Finished by H. Rider Haggard:

through Goza to get into touch with the wizard, but quite without avail. Goza only answered what he said before, that if I wished to die at once I had better take ten steps towards the Valley of Bones, whence, he added parenthetically, the Opener of Roads had already departed on his homeward journey. This might or might not be true; at any rate I could find no possible way of coming face to face with him, or even of getting a message to his ear. No, I was not to blame; I had done all I could, and yet in my heart I felt guilty. But then, as cynics would, say, failure is guilt.

At length we came to the ford of the Tugela, and as fortunately