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Today's Stichomancy for Steven Spielberg

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Letters from England by Elizabeth Davis Bancroft:

costumes, looking very much like the supernumeraries on the stage, and were ushered into the ante-room, a large and splendid room, where only the Ministers and Privy Councillors, with their families, are allowed to go with the Diplomatic Corps. Here we found Lady Palmerston, who showed me a list she had got Sir Edward Cust, the master of ceremonies, to make out of the order of precedence of the Diplomatic Corps, and when the turn would come for us who were to be newly presented. The room soon filled up and it was like a pleasant party, only more amusing, as the costumes of both gentlemen and ladies were so splendid. I got a seat in the window with Madam Van de Weyer and saw the Queen's train drive up. At the end of this

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare:

Enter.

Rom. This Gentleman the Princes neere Alie, My very Friend hath got his mortall hurt In my behalfe, my reputation stain'd With Tibalts slaunder, Tybalt that an houre Hath beene my Cozin: O Sweet Iuliet, Thy Beauty hath made me Effeminate, And in my temper softned Valours steele. Enter Benuolio.

Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, braue Mercutio's is dead, That Gallant spirit hath aspir'd the Cloudes,


Romeo and Juliet
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Salome by Oscar Wilde:

LE JEUNE SYRIEN. Princesse, je vous supplie de rentrer!

IOKANAAN. Ange du Seigneur Dieu, que fais-tu ici avec ton glaive? Qui cherches-tu dans cet immonde palais? . . . Le jour de celui qui mourra en robe d'argent n'est pas venu

SALOME. Iokanaan.

IOKANAAN. Qui parle?

SALOME. Iokanaan! Je suis amoureuse de ton corps. Ton corps est blanc comme le lis d'un pre que le faucheur n'a jamais fauche. Ton corps est blanc comme les neiges qui couchent sur les montagnes, comme les neiges qui couchent sur les montagnes de Judee, et descendent dans les vallees. Les roses du jardin de la reine