Today's Stichomancy for Jennifer Connelly

Job 18: 8 For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walketh upon the toils.

Job 18: 9 A gin shall take him by the heel, and a snare shall lay hold on him.

Job 18: 10 A noose is hid for him in the ground, and a trap for him in the way.

Job 18: 11 Terrors shall overwhelm him on every side, and shall entrap him at his feet.

Job 18: 12 His trouble shall be ravenous, and calamity shall be ready for his fall.

Job 18: 13 It shall devour the members of his body, yea, the first-born of death shall devour his members.

Job 18: 14 That wherein he trusteth shall be plucked out of his tent; and he shall be brought to the king of terrors.

Job 18: 15 There shall dwell in his tent that which is none of his; brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.

Job 18: 16 His roots shall dry up beneath, and above shall his branch wither.

Job 18: 17 His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and he shall have no name abroad.

Job 18: 18 He shall be driven from light into darkness, and chased out of the world.

The Tanach

kind of Inquisition weighing and analyzing the most insignificant actions of every man of any fortune, and our forecasts are infallible. One of us looks out over the judicial world, one over the financial, another surveys the administrative, and yet another the business world. I myself keep an eye on eldest sons, artists, people in the great world, and gamblers--on the most sensational side of Paris. Every one who comes to us lets us into his neighbor's secrets. Thwarted passion and mortified vanity are great babblers. Vice and disappointment and vindictiveness are the best of all detectives. My colleagues, like myself, have enjoyed all things, are sated with all things, and have reached the point when power and money are loved for

Gobseck

the low branch. "Who talks about blockheads? I believe that is a bad word."

"Bad words were made for bad things," said Ginger, and she told him what Sir Oliver had said.

"It is all true," said Merrylegs sadly, "and I've seen that about the dogs over and over again where I lived first; but we won't talk about it here. You know that master, and John and James are always good to us, and talking against men in such a place as this doesn't seem fair or grateful, and you know there are good masters and good grooms beside ours, though of course ours are the best."

This wise speech of good little Merrylegs, which we knew was quite true, cooled us all down, especially Sir Oliver, who was dearly fond of his master;

good deal younger than he is now, before he had married Anne Endicott, when I knew him even better. So now I felt no hesitation in calling him over the telephone. But when his office boy had given way to his confidential clerk, and that functionary had condescended to connect his employer's desk telephone, I was somewhat at a loss as to how to begin.

"Why, how are you, Rachel?" Sam said sonorously. "Going to build that house at Rock View?" It was a twenty-year-old joke of his.

"Sometime, perhaps," I said. "Just now I want to ask you a question about something which is none of my business."

"I see you haven't changed an iota in a quarter of a century,

The Circular Staircase