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Today's Stichomancy for Terry Gilliam

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Sentimental Journey by Laurence Sterne:

this. - NE CRAIGNEZ RIEN - Don't fear, said he. - Indeed, I don't, replied I again. - Besides, continued I, a little sportingly, I have come laughing all the way from London to Paris, and I do not think Monsieur le Duc de Choiseul is such an enemy to mirth as to send me back crying for my pains.

- My application to you, Monsieur le Count de B- (making him a low bow), is to desire he will not.

The Count heard me with great good nature, or I had not said half as much, - and once or twice said, - C'EST BIEN DIT. So I rested my cause there - and determined to say no more about it.

The Count led the discourse: we talk'd of indifferent things, - of

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Land that Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs:

watching the compass, to which he called my attention. The needle was pointing straight toward the land. Bradley swung the helm hard to starboard. I could feel the U-33 respond, and yet the arrow still clung straight and sure toward the distant cliffs.

"What do you make of it?" I asked him.

"Did you ever hear of Caproni?" he asked.

"An early Italian navigator?" I returned.

"Yes; he followed Cook about 1721. He is scarcely mentioned even by contemporaneous historians--probably because he got into political difficulties on his return to Italy. It was the fashion to scoff at his claims, but I recall reading one of his


The Land that Time Forgot
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris:

"and I'll introduce you to m' wife. We were married only last Sunday." "Why, yes--yes, of course, we'd be delighted," vociferated the two conspirators a little hysterically. "She's a mighty fine little woman," declared the Captain, as he rolled the door of the boat-house to its place and preceded them up the gravel walk to the station. "Of course she is," responded Blix. Behind Captain Jack's back