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Today's Stichomancy for Natalie Portman

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard:

and as that some one reached the library door and opened it, she would be disappearing through the window, and the necklace, as though it had slipped from her pocket or grasp in her wild effort to escape, would be lying behind her on the floor. They would see that it was not the Sparrow; and there would be no question as to where the money was gone, since the money had not been dropped. There was the interval, of course, that must elapse between the accident that knocked the shields from the wall and the time it would take any of the inmates to reach the library, an interval in which a thief might reasonably be expected to have had time enough to get away without being seen; but the possibility that

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tom Sawyer Abroad by Mark Twain:

do something. If he wasn't crazy I wouldn't give shucks to be anywhere but here; you couldn't hire me to get out -- now that I've got used to this balloon and over the scare of being cut loose from the solid ground -- if he was in his right mind. But it's no good politics, sailing around like this with a person that's out of his head, and says he's going round the world and then drown us all. We've GOT to do something, I tell you, and do it before he wakes up, too, or we mayn't ever get another chance. Come!"

But it made us turn cold and creepy just to think of

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad:

Her wrap fell to the ground, and he stooped to pick it up; she had vanished. He threw it over his arm, and approaching the window squarely he saw a monstrous form of a fat man in an arm- chair, an unshaded lamp, the yawning of an enor- mous mouth in a big flat face encircled by a ragged halo of hair--Miss Bessie's head and bust. The shouting stopped; the blind ran down. He lost himself in thinking how awkward it was. Father mad; no getting into the house. No money to get back; a hungry chum in London who would begin