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Today's Stichomancy for Cindy Crawford

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells:

"Brighton-Pomfrey talked of neurasthenia?" he asked. "That was his diagnosis," said the bishop. "Neurasthenia," said the young man as though he despised the word.

The bishop went on buttoning up his coat.

"You don't of course want to break your vows about drinking and smoking," said the young man with the very faintest suggestion of derision in his voice.

"Not if it can possibly be avoided," the bishop asserted. "Without a loss, that is, of practical efficiency," he added. "For I have much to do."

"I think that it is possible to keep your vow," said the young

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Menexenus by Plato:

take the disorder in a milder form. How joyful and natural was the reconciliation of those who came from the Piraeus and those who came from the city; with what moderation did they order the war against the tyrants in Eleusis, and in a manner how unlike what the other Hellenes expected! And the reason of this gentleness was the veritable tie of blood, which created among them a friendship as of kinsmen, faithful not in word only, but in deed. And we ought also to remember those who then fell by one another's hands, and on such occasions as these to reconcile them with sacrifices and prayers, praying to those who have power over them, that they may be reconciled even as we are reconciled. For they did not attack one another out of malice or enmity, but they were unfortunate. And that

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Flame and Shadow by Sara Teasdale:

Around her low replies." "Is she unhappy?" you said -- But who has ever known Another's heartbreak -- All he can know is his own; And she seems hushed to me, As hushed as though Her heart were a hunter's fire Smothered in snow.

The Silent Battle

(In Memory of J. W. T. Jr.)