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Today's Stichomancy for Britney Spears

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Girl with the Golden Eyes by Honore de Balzac:

his command. My dear fellow, in Paris everything is known, and a man cannot be a fop there /gratis/. You, who have only one woman, and who, perhaps, are right to have but one, try to act the fop! . . . You will not even become ridiculous, you will be dead. You will become a foregone conclusion, one of those men condemned inevitably to do one and the same thing. You will come to signify /folly/ as inseparably as M. de La Fayette signifies /America/; M. de Talleyrand, /diplomacy/; Desaugiers, /song/; M. de Segur, /romance/. If they once forsake their own line people no longer attach any value to what they do. So, foppery, my friend Paul, is the sign of an incontestable power over the female folk. A man who is loved by many women passes for having


The Girl with the Golden Eyes
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Historical Mystery by Honore de Balzac:

coronation. At times these passions made a truce and sought distraction in the violent enjoyment of hunting, when weariness of body took from the soul all occasions to wander in the dangerous meadows of reverie. Neither Laurence nor her cousins had a thought now for public affairs; each day brought its palpitating and absorbing interests for their hearts.

"Really," said Mademoiselle Goujet one evening, "I don't know which of all the lovers loves the most."

Adrien, who happened to be alone in the salon with the four card- players, raised his eyes and turned pale. For the last few days his only hold on life had been the pleasure of seeing Laurence and of

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard:

However, he controlled himself nobly, being anxious to hear the end of this mysterious fib.

"How long was the time that the lord Oro set apart for sleep?" I asked.

She paused as though puzzled to find words to express her meaning, then held up her hands and said:

"Ten," nodding at her fingers. By second thoughts she took Bickley's hands, not mine, and counted his ten fingers.

"Ten years," said Bickley. "Well, of course, it is impossible, but perhaps--" and he paused.

"Ten tens," she went on with a deepening smile, "one hundred."


When the World Shook