Tagged!
Oh, my, and I had managed to dodge this ubiquitous meme flying all around my f-list... Finally, I am caught! By meganlynn09, and how can I refuse?
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 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;
6. Tag five people.
From Florence King, Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady
We began each class with a pep rally. "Mesdemoiselles, levez-vous!" the teacher would say, and we would rise and sing "La Marseillaise". It gave me a delicious frisson; even francophobic Mama liked it ("I'll say one thing for ’em, they've got a good 'Star-Spangled Banner'").
As we sang, we raised our eyes to the steel engraving of bare-breasted Marianne hoisting the tricolor and walking over dead bodies as she urged her male comrades to the fray. We made a strange sight, eight little honor students all in a row, singing lustily of bloody standards and cutthroats.
My music should be Les Miserables, or at least Spandau Ballet's "Through the Barricades", but, alas, fate does not comply. However, I have an icon of a little British Marianne, the lovely Nancy. Does anybody but me hope that at some point Christopher Eccleston and Florence Hoath have a rematch? I don't care the context, I just want to see them together again. (Then again, if anyone wants to remake Jane Eyre for the umpteenth time...)
I've completely lost track of whom on my f-list has and has not done this one, because I've seen it everywhere. If you haven't seen it, tag, you're it!
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 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;
6. Tag five people.
From Florence King, Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady
We began each class with a pep rally. "Mesdemoiselles, levez-vous!" the teacher would say, and we would rise and sing "La Marseillaise". It gave me a delicious frisson; even francophobic Mama liked it ("I'll say one thing for ’em, they've got a good 'Star-Spangled Banner'").
As we sang, we raised our eyes to the steel engraving of bare-breasted Marianne hoisting the tricolor and walking over dead bodies as she urged her male comrades to the fray. We made a strange sight, eight little honor students all in a row, singing lustily of bloody standards and cutthroats.
My music should be Les Miserables, or at least Spandau Ballet's "Through the Barricades", but, alas, fate does not comply. However, I have an icon of a little British Marianne, the lovely Nancy. Does anybody but me hope that at some point Christopher Eccleston and Florence Hoath have a rematch? I don't care the context, I just want to see them together again. (Then again, if anyone wants to remake Jane Eyre for the umpteenth time...)
I've completely lost track of whom on my f-list has and has not done this one, because I've seen it everywhere. If you haven't seen it, tag, you're it!