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Written Words Meme
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next four sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
The Italian by Ann Radcliffe
Olivia not only expressed the tenderest interest in her welfare, but seemed deeply affected with her situation; and, whether it was, that the nun's misfortunes bore some resemblance to Ellena's, or from whatever cause, it is remarkable that her eyes were often filled with tears, while she regarded her young friend, and she betrayed so much emotion that Ellena noticed it with surprise. She was, however, too delicate to hint any curiosity on the subject; and too much engaged by a nearer interest, to dwell long upon the circumstance.
When Olivia withdrew, Ellena retired to her turret, to soothe her spirits with a view of serene and majestic nature, a recourse which seldom failed to elevate her mind and soften the asperities of affliction. It was to her like sweet and solemn music, breathing peace over the soul -- like the oaten stop of Milton's spirit,
Who with his soft pipe, smooth-dittied song,
Well knew to still the wild winds when they roar
And hush the waving woods.
Four sentences, eighteenth-century style. :) I honestly have no idea what's going on here; it's part of my required evening reading, so I may tell y'all tomorrow. All I know is that it's Ann Radcliffe, and it's a Gothic novel, so it will be über-dramatic.
Written Words Meme
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next four sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
The Italian by Ann Radcliffe
Olivia not only expressed the tenderest interest in her welfare, but seemed deeply affected with her situation; and, whether it was, that the nun's misfortunes bore some resemblance to Ellena's, or from whatever cause, it is remarkable that her eyes were often filled with tears, while she regarded her young friend, and she betrayed so much emotion that Ellena noticed it with surprise. She was, however, too delicate to hint any curiosity on the subject; and too much engaged by a nearer interest, to dwell long upon the circumstance.
When Olivia withdrew, Ellena retired to her turret, to soothe her spirits with a view of serene and majestic nature, a recourse which seldom failed to elevate her mind and soften the asperities of affliction. It was to her like sweet and solemn music, breathing peace over the soul -- like the oaten stop of Milton's spirit,
Who with his soft pipe, smooth-dittied song,
Well knew to still the wild winds when they roar
And hush the waving woods.
Four sentences, eighteenth-century style. :) I honestly have no idea what's going on here; it's part of my required evening reading, so I may tell y'all tomorrow. All I know is that it's Ann Radcliffe, and it's a Gothic novel, so it will be über-dramatic.