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Today's Stichomancy for Sigmund Freud

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald:

and I always stopped at that cross-road we just passed. There were the woods looming up ahead, just as they do now, there were dogs howling and the shadows and no human sound. Of course, I peopled the woods with everything ghastly, just like you do; don't you?" "I do," Amory admitted. "Well, I began analyzing itmy imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the darkso I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at meI let it play stray dog or escaped convict or ghost, and then saw myself coming along the road. That made it all rightas it always makes everything all


This Side of Paradise
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young:

high mountain.

And those children did not walk in rows.

And those children did not do things by one hours.

And those children did not wash their hands in little white basins sitting in rows on long back gallery benches.

It was strange to Bessie Bell that those children did not sit in rows to eat tiny cakes with caraway seeds in them while Sister Angela sat on the bench under the great magnolia-tree and looked at the row of little girls.

It was so very strange to Bessie Bell that these children wore all sorts of clothes--all sorts! Not just blue dresses, and blue checked

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Battle of the Books by Jonathan Swift:

THE ALMANACK-MAKER, UPON THE 29TH INSTANT. IN A LETTER TO A PERSON OF HONOUR; WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1708.

MY LORD, - In obedience to your lordship's commands, as well as to satisfy my own curiosity, I have for some days past inquired constantly after Partridge the almanack-maker, of whom it was foretold in Mr. Bickerstaff's predictions, published about a month ago, that he should die the 29th instant, about eleven at night, of a raging fever. I had some sort of knowledge of him when I was employed in the Revenue, because he used every year to present me with his almanack, as he did other gentlemen, upon the score of some little gratuity we gave him. I saw him accidentally once or