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Inspired, mostly, by a desire to procrastinate, I have decided to do a fun little literary meme, taken from .
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 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 (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
I brought up this cheerful gem:
But to enter the Church in such an unscholarly way that he could not in any probability rise to a higher grade through all his career than that of a curate wearing his life out in an obscure city or slum; that might have a touch of goodness and greatness in it; that might be true religion, and a purgatorial course worthy of being followed like a remorseful man.
This being a 19th century British novel, that was all, in fact, one sentence. Going for the full 4-7 would have taken me well into the next page and possibly through the next. I am really much too lazy to type all that.
In other exciting news, I have finally managed to come off my jittery, sleep-dep high. Attempts to converse with me will once again be met with complete sentences.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 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 (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
I brought up this cheerful gem:
But to enter the Church in such an unscholarly way that he could not in any probability rise to a higher grade through all his career than that of a curate wearing his life out in an obscure city or slum; that might have a touch of goodness and greatness in it; that might be true religion, and a purgatorial course worthy of being followed like a remorseful man.
This being a 19th century British novel, that was all, in fact, one sentence. Going for the full 4-7 would have taken me well into the next page and possibly through the next. I am really much too lazy to type all that.
In other exciting news, I have finally managed to come off my jittery, sleep-dep high. Attempts to converse with me will once again be met with complete sentences.