memeage

[vshnayder]

BOOKWORM:

1. Grab the nearest book
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog 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.

Despite being at work, the book in my backpack is closest, and so...

"Can I?" the pilot asked hopefully.
"I'm not going to order you into a hostage situation. If you choose to volunteer, I swear not to abandon you in it."

From The Warrior's Apprentice, by Lois McMaster Bujold. That makes me, edgehopper, and cubby_t_bear who have her books handy. nanonicole, if you do this meme in a couple of hours, you too can have one by your desk :)

Comments

[cubby-t-bear.livejournal.com]

You have by far the best quote, though :)

[nanonicole.livejournal.com]

Perhaps I shall wait a few hours then. Right now, the closest book to me is Foundations of Analog and Digital Electronic Circuits. And that's just no fun. :-P

Mine

[drblueshades.livejournal.com]

p. 123, 3 sentences following the fifth.

The bus pulled away from the curb before everyone was seated and hurled back onto the highway. I tried to read the book but couldn't. It started to rain, the sound of the Talking Heads coming from the gleaming cassette player, the girls passing Diet Pepsi and nachos back and forth and trying to flirt with me, the incessant yapping from college boys in back, smoking clove cigarettes, an occasional joint, talking about how some slut named Ursula was fucked by some guy named Phil in the back of some guy's Toyota Nissan named Mark and how Ursula lied to Phil and said it wasn't his baby but he paid for the abortion anyway and it was all so irritating I couldn't even concentrate on anything.

This was risky, since I'm in the BR.

[solconeja.livejournal.com]

I was gradually coming to have a mysterious and shuddery reverence for this girl; for nowadays whenever she pulled out from the station and got her train fairly started on one of those horizonless transcontinental sentences of hers, it was borne in upon me that I was standing in the awful presence of the Mother of the German Language. I was so impressed with this, that sometimes when she began to empty one of these sentences on me I unconsciously took the very attitude of reverence, and stood uncovered; and if words had been water, I had been drowned, sure. She had exactly the German way: whatever was in her mind to be delivered, whether a mere remark, or a sermon, or a cyclopedia, or the history of a war, she would get it into a single sentence, or die.