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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 A Hero of Our Time by M.Y. Lermontov:

continued to entertain the public till sunset. Princess Mary passed by me a few times, arm-in- arm with her mother, and accompanied by a certain lame old man. A few times her glance as it fell upon me expressed vexation, while en- deavouring to express indifference. . .

"What has he been telling you?" she in- quired of one of the young men, who had gone back to her out of politeness. "No doubt a most interesting story -- his own exploits in battle?" . . .

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Unsocial Socialist by George Bernard Shaw:

any cause to complain of her treatment here, or of the step which she has compelled us to take, she will doubtless make it known to you.

"Perhaps you will be so good as to communicate with Miss Wylie's guardian, Mr. Jansenius, with whom I shall be happy to make an equitable arrangement respecting the fees which have been paid in advance for the current term.

"I am, dear madam,

"Yours faithfully,

"Maria Wilson."

"A nice young lady, that!" said Mrs. Jansenius.

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Eugenie Grandet by Honore de Balzac:

to be alone, like an alchemist in his laboratory. There, no doubt, some hiding-place had been ingeniously constructed; there the title- deeds of property were stored; there hung the scales on which to weigh the louis; there were devised, by night and secretly, the estimates, the profits, the receipts, so that business men, finding Grandet prepared at all points, imagined that he got his cue from fairies or demons; there, no doubt, while Nanon's loud snoring shook the rafters, while the wolf-dog watched and yawned in the courtyard, while Madame and Mademoiselle Grandet were quietly sleeping, came the old cooper to cuddle, to con over, to caress and clutch and clasp his gold. The walls were thick, the screens sure. He alone had the key of this


Eugenie Grandet