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snycock
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.
The nearest book is lying, battered and spine-broken on the coffee table, ten inches from my hand. On page 123 and etc. it says...
This stoicism, this Henrylike dedication to my studies and general contempt for all things of this world, won me admiration from all sides, particularly from Henry himself. 'I wouldn't mind being here myself this winter,' he said to me one bleak night in November as we were walking home from Charles and Camilla's, our shoes sunk to the ankles in the sodden leaves that covered the path. 'The school is boarded up and the stores in town close by three in the afternoon. Everything's white and empty and there's no noise but the wind.
From 'The Secret History' by Donna Tartt - A most excellent book that I rec to one and all.
snycock1. 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.
The nearest book is lying, battered and spine-broken on the coffee table, ten inches from my hand. On page 123 and etc. it says...
This stoicism, this Henrylike dedication to my studies and general contempt for all things of this world, won me admiration from all sides, particularly from Henry himself. 'I wouldn't mind being here myself this winter,' he said to me one bleak night in November as we were walking home from Charles and Camilla's, our shoes sunk to the ankles in the sodden leaves that covered the path. 'The school is boarded up and the stores in town close by three in the afternoon. Everything's white and empty and there's no noise but the wind.
From 'The Secret History' by Donna Tartt - A most excellent book that I rec to one and all.
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