Eikṓn Equals Essence: The Pictures on the Petit Lenormand

Twelve o’clock.Along the reaches of the streetHeld in a lunar synthesis,Whispering lunar incantationsDissolve the floors of memoryAnd all its clear relationsIts divisions and precisions…T.S. Eliot, Rhapsody on a Windy Night It is now over ten years since I first started writing about the Petit Lenormand. Not that it was ever the intention or purpose of …

A Pretty Bouquet

These three persons stood together on the hearth-rug, their eyes fixed on an extraordinarily large bouquet of crimson roses, with a knot of purple pansies at their base, that lay on the sofa where Madame Olenska usually sat.Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence Oracle cards* have never been a big draw for me. Consequently, I …