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I live! And look! I can prove it! A book meme! *dances*
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
6. Tag five other people to do the same.
"'Then, five-and-seventy years ago, I was the youngster whose head they held over this selfsame basin; that was in the dining-room too, and the minister spoke the very same words that were spoken when you and your father were baptized, and the clear, warm water flowed over my head precisely the same way - there wasn't much more hair than there is now - and fell into this golden bowl just as it did over yours.'
The little one looked up at Grandfather's narrow grey head, bending over the basin as it had in the time he described. A familiar feeling pervaded the child: a strange, dreamy, troubling sense: of change in the midst of duration, of time as both flowing and persisting, of recurrence in continuity - these were sensations he had felt before on the like occasion, and both expected and longed for again, whenever the heirloom was displayed." - The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann.
What's that? The Germans like really long sentences? You don't say... *grin*
This is the book I should be reading instead of doing silly memes... *sigh*
*returns to the grindstone*
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
6. Tag five other people to do the same.
"'Then, five-and-seventy years ago, I was the youngster whose head they held over this selfsame basin; that was in the dining-room too, and the minister spoke the very same words that were spoken when you and your father were baptized, and the clear, warm water flowed over my head precisely the same way - there wasn't much more hair than there is now - and fell into this golden bowl just as it did over yours.'
The little one looked up at Grandfather's narrow grey head, bending over the basin as it had in the time he described. A familiar feeling pervaded the child: a strange, dreamy, troubling sense: of change in the midst of duration, of time as both flowing and persisting, of recurrence in continuity - these were sensations he had felt before on the like occasion, and both expected and longed for again, whenever the heirloom was displayed." - The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann.
What's that? The Germans like really long sentences? You don't say... *grin*
This is the book I should be reading instead of doing silly memes... *sigh*
*returns to the grindstone*