"We Can Hoist a Line to the Fire Escape..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Didn't go fencing after all. Must wait till next week. Which means I shall be killed worse than ever. Go me.

In the meantime, memeage.

Gacked from erinpuff.

Take five books off your bookshelf.
Book #1 – first sentence
Book #2 – last sentence on page fifty
Book #3 – second sentence on page one-hundred
Book #4 – next to last sentence on page one-hundred and fifty
Book #5 – final sentence
Make the five sentences into a paragraph.

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. It was decided to set up the gun at the foot of the flagstaff, like a piece of artillery, and fire it twice a year—once on October the twelfth, the anniversary of the Battle of the Cowshed, and once of Midsummer Day, the anniversary of the Rebellion. “You used to stir my imagination!” He laid a grateful hand on Jacob's shoulder and shook it gently, unable to say anything to him. Everybody mooed.

One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Animal Farm, George Orwell
The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
The Chimneys of Green Knowe, L. M. Boston
Wayside School is Falling Down, Louis Sachar

Comments

[erinpuff]

You quoted that first one in a fic, didn't you?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^____^ Yep. At petronelle's request.