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Today's Stichomancy for Ridley Scott

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Danny's Own Story by Don Marquis:

nice thing to listen to itself. But if you can see the stars you get to wondering more'n ever. They come out and they is so many of them and they are so fur away, and yet they are so kind o' friendly- like, too, if you happen to be feeling purty good. But if you ain't feeling purty good, jest lay there and look at them stars long enough; and then mebby you'll see it don't make no difference whether you're feeling good or not, fur they got a way o' making your private troubles look mighty small. And you get to wondering why that is, too, fur they

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Water-Babies by Charles Kingsley:

that; for they are forced to call everything by long names now, because they have used up all the short ones, ever since they took to making nine species out of one. But - what would all the learned men say to him after his speech at the British Association? And what would Ellie say, after what he had just told her?

There was a wise old heathen once, who said, "Maxima debetur pueris reverentia" - The greatest reverence is due to children; that is, that grown people should never say or do anything wrong before children, lest they should set them a bad example. - Cousin Cramchild says it means, "The greatest respectfulness is expected from little boys." But he was raised in a country where little

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson:

A word that began to go round, a word, a whisper, a start: Hope that leaped in the bosom, fear that knocked on the heart: "See, the priest is not risen - look, for his door is fast! He is going to name the victims; he is going to help us at last."

Thrice rose the sun to noon; and ever, like one of the dead, The priest lay still in his house with the roar of the sea in his head; There was never a foot on the floor, there was never a whisper of speech; Only the leering tikis stared on the blinding beach. Again were the mountains fired, again the morning broke; And all the houses lay still, but the house of the priest awoke. Close in their covering roofs lay and trembled the clan,