Trivia Night: Literature Round
So - I'm helping my church to organise a Trivia Night to raise money for local ministry and rebuilding in Haiti, and they're kindly letting me write the questions for two rounds: Literature and Christmas (because the Trivia Night is being held on 'half-Christmas' - June 25). What do you think? Have I got the degree of difficulty right?
In this literature round there are only two questions: who is the author?; and what’s the title of the book? I’ll read the first lines of ten famous books, and you answer by writing down the author and the title of the book. You’ll get half a point for the author, and half a point for the title.
Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we set our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
In the first book, Theophilus, I wrote about all that Jesus did and taught from the beginning 2until the day when he was taken up to heaven, after giving instructions through the Holy Spirit to the apostles whom he had chosen.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
I’d never given much thought to how I would die - though I’d had reason enough in the last few months - but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
The Congregational Union of Australia, the Methodist Church of Australasia and the Presbyterian Church of Australia, in fellowship with the whole Church Catholic, and seeking to bear witness to that unity which is both Christ's gift and will for the Church, hereby enter into union under the name of the Uniting Church in Australia.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Once upon a time, but not very long ago, deep in the Australian bush lived two possums.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
In this literature round there are only two questions: who is the author?; and what’s the title of the book? I’ll read the first lines of ten famous books, and you answer by writing down the author and the title of the book. You’ll get half a point for the author, and half a point for the title.
Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we set our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
In the first book, Theophilus, I wrote about all that Jesus did and taught from the beginning 2until the day when he was taken up to heaven, after giving instructions through the Holy Spirit to the apostles whom he had chosen.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
I’d never given much thought to how I would die - though I’d had reason enough in the last few months - but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
The Congregational Union of Australia, the Methodist Church of Australasia and the Presbyterian Church of Australia, in fellowship with the whole Church Catholic, and seeking to bear witness to that unity which is both Christ's gift and will for the Church, hereby enter into union under the name of the Uniting Church in Australia.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Once upon a time, but not very long ago, deep in the Australian bush lived two possums.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.