Another Meme
Oct. 15th, 2008 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
featherxquillIt must be a day for good ones. I've seen this one around before, of course, but I've never had a book I wanted to quote from closest to me before.
* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
From The Hippopotamus, by Stephen Fry:
But wanking on about Grace and sin? Spraying out pissy dribbles of Wordsworth sonnetry? I don't think so. 'The Bishop of St Albans spoke to us all beforehand and reminded us of the solemnity of the occasion' indeed. Did the sanctimonious squirt think he was writing a letter to a godfather or an article for the school magazine? 'I would truly love, more than anything else, to be a poet like you'. Did he mean that he would like to be, like me, a poet? Or was he crawly (and idiotic) enough to mean that he wanted to be the kind of poet I was? Cold Christ and tangled Trinities, what an anus.
A little more than seven sentences, I know, and I went from a bit before the fifth. The first sentence on that page goes for about ten lines. This book is hilarious. I'm so glad I bought it.
* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
From The Hippopotamus, by Stephen Fry:
But wanking on about Grace and sin? Spraying out pissy dribbles of Wordsworth sonnetry? I don't think so. 'The Bishop of St Albans spoke to us all beforehand and reminded us of the solemnity of the occasion' indeed. Did the sanctimonious squirt think he was writing a letter to a godfather or an article for the school magazine? 'I would truly love, more than anything else, to be a poet like you'. Did he mean that he would like to be, like me, a poet? Or was he crawly (and idiotic) enough to mean that he wanted to be the kind of poet I was? Cold Christ and tangled Trinities, what an anus.
A little more than seven sentences, I know, and I went from a bit before the fifth. The first sentence on that page goes for about ten lines. This book is hilarious. I'm so glad I bought it.
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Date: 2008-10-15 09:39 am (UTC)I re-read 'Moab is My Washpot' and I still adore it as much as ever. I giggle the entire time I'm reading it and want to give him a big hug.
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Date: 2008-10-15 12:33 pm (UTC)