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Today's Stichomancy for David Letterman

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:

aux lions et aux voleurs qui veulent se cacher pendant la journee. Les longues nuits noires, les nuits ou la lune ne se montre pas, ou les etoiles ont peur, ne sont pas aussi noires. Le silence qui demeure dans les forets n'est pas aussi noir. Il n'y a rien au monde d'aussi noir que tes cheveux . . . Laisse-moi toucher tes cheveux.

IOKANAAN. Arriere, fille de Sodome! Ne me touchez pas. Il ne faut pas profaner le temple du Seigneur Dieu.

SALOME. Tes cheveux sont horribles. Ils sont couverts de boue et de poussiere. On dirait une couronne d'epines qu'on a placee sur ton front. On dirait un noeud de serpents noirs qui se tortillent

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott:

glorious polka redowa. But his polite regrets didn't impose upon her, and when she galloped away with the Count, she saw Laurie sit down by her aunt with an actual expression of relief.

That was unpardonable, and Amy took no more notice of him for a long while, except a word now and then when she came to her chaperon between the dances for a necessary pin or a moment's rest. Her anger had a good effect, however, for she hid it under a smiling face, and seemed unusually blithe and brilliant. Laurie's eyes followed her with pleasure, for she neither romped nor sauntered, but danced with spirit and grace, making the delightsome pastime what it should be. He


Little Women
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas:

Prudence is giving her New Year's presents with those I have received.

There is a thaw, and the doctor says that I may go out in a few days if the fine weather continues.

January 8.

I went out yesterday in my carriage. The weather was lovely. The Champs-Elysees was full of people. It was like the first smile of spring. Everything about me had a festal air. I never knew before that a ray of sunshine could contain so much joy, sweetness, and consolation.

I met almost all the people I knew, all happy, all absorbed in


Camille