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Today's Stichomancy for Josh Hartnett

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad:

over from his hut for a talk about his children and his pigeons; at work, when he had to crawl in the mud under the bottom of the steamboat, he would tie up that beard of his in a kind of white serviette he brought for the purpose. It had loops to go over his ears. In the evening he could be seen squatted on the bank rinsing that wrapper in the creek with great care, then spreading it solemnly on a bush to dry.

"I slapped him on the back and shouted, `We shall have rivets!' He scrambled to his feet exclaiming, `No! Rivets!' as though he couldn't believe his ears. Then in a low voice, `You . . . eh?' I don't know why we behaved like lunatics. I put my finger


Heart of Darkness
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy:

Am I not to show favour to any person I may choose without asking permission of a parcel of cottagers? She has come between me and my inclination, and now that she finds herself rightly punished she gets you to plead for her!"

"Indeed," said Venn earnestly, "she knows nothing whatever about it. It is only I who ask you to give him up. It will be better for her and you both. People will say bad things if they find out that a lady secretly meets a man who has ill-used another woman."

"I have NOT injured her--he was mine before he was hers! He came back--because--because he liked me best!"


Return of the Native
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Othello by William Shakespeare:

'Tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has bin slaue to thousands: But he that filches from me my good Name, Robs me of that, which not enriches him, And makes me poore indeed

Oth. Ile know thy Thoughts

Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand, Nor shall not, whil'st 'tis in my custodie

Oth. Ha? Iago. Oh, beware my Lord, of iealousie, It is the greene-ey'd Monster, which doth mocke


Othello