(Called a meme) from Fate's Thoughts:
Mr. Quincy P. Morris found me alone.
— Bram Stoker, Dracula, 1897
"From planet gnome:
Grab the nearest book.
Open it to page 56.
Find the fifth [full] sentence.
Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
Don’t dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST"
mine:
He seemed to be taking refuge in some other time, while his father and the gypsy with shouts interrupted the predictions of Nostradamus amidst a noise of flasks and trays and the disaster of spilled acids and silver bromide that was lost in the twists and turns it gave every instant.
— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude, 1967; English trans. 1970
I know the instructions do not say whether it is the fifth sentence overall or fifth complete one; I presume complete.
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1 comment:
This is quite fun. I had Ian Rankin _The Falls_ on the desk because I was going to renew it on my library account but can't find my dang password so it is still here and is late for the library due date but nonetheless gave up this kinda fun 5th sentence on p. 56: "Jean Burchill tutted." I'm hereby copying this meme for my blog, color yourself forewarned :) and color me thankful for the fun since I'm drowning in final exam-writing :(
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