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Today's Stichomancy for Robert Redford

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy:

across his path. Rostov put his horse to full gallop to get out of the way of these men, and he would have got clear had they continued at the same speed, but they kept increasing their pace, so that some of the horses were already galloping. Rostov heard the thud of their hoofs and the jingle of their weapons and saw their horses, their figures, and even their faces, more and more distinctly. They were our Horse Guards, advancing to attack the French cavalry that was coming to meet them.

The Horse Guards were galloping, but still holding in their horses. Rostov could already see their faces and heard the command: "Charge!" shouted by an officer who was urging his thoroughbred to


War and Peace
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man against the Sky by Edwin Arlington Robinson:

That yours are cloven as no beech's are.

The Voice of Age

She'd look upon us, if she could, As hard as Rhadamanthus would; Yet one may see, -- who sees her face, Her crown of silver and of lace, Her mystical serene address Of age alloyed with loveliness, -- That she would not annihilate The frailest of things animate.

She has opinions of our ways,

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

cheerful Irishman may each reflect before he bears the accusation. I am told, again, that they are of the race of river pirates, and belong to the most despised and dangerous class in the Celestial Empire. But if this be so, what remarkable pirates have we here! and what must be the virtues, the industry, the education, and the intelligence of their superiors at home!

Awhile ago it was the Irish, now it is the Chinese that must go. Such is the cry. It seems, after all, that no country is bound to submit to immigration any more than to invasion; each is war to the knife, and resistance to either but legitimate defence. Yet we may regret the free tradition of the republic, which loved to depict