Apr 25, 2009 14:02
Grab the nearest book. Turn to page 123; find the 5th sentence. Post the next 4 to 7 lines.
By the second day she was well nigh desperate. She did not sleep at night. She lay most of the night now tense, teeth and hands clenched, panting with fury and terror and worst of all, regret: that blind fury to turn back time just for an hour, a second. This was to the exclusion of even love during the time. The young doctor was now, even less than a child, merely an instrument of her disaster and not even that of her salvation. She could not have said which she hated most. She could not even say when she was asleep and when she was awake.
Light in August -- William Faulkner
Oh yes, btw my exams are finished.
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