Page 123
So, I was catching up on my reading of posts on TooMuchSexy when I read about Page 123. Here are the instructions...
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for the "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it. Just grab whatever is closest.
So here is my contribution...
"I would say we've got a nice lower-middle-class clientele bent on making contact with members of the opposite sex."
"What would you say if I told you that the blonde in the clinging jersey is a working prostitute?"
Carella looked at the woman.
taken from Sadie When She Died, a story from The Best Of Mystery by Alfred Hitchcock
I must admit that this wasn't an easy thing to get. Trying to follow the directions in this task wasn't easy. The closest book was a dictionary... that, I fealt, didn't really count. The second closest book was a book of photography... no words. The next books were small poetry books and none of them even had 123 pages. Finally, the closest actual book with words and more than enough pages was the one I submitted. Finally.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for the "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it. Just grab whatever is closest.
So here is my contribution...
"I would say we've got a nice lower-middle-class clientele bent on making contact with members of the opposite sex."
"What would you say if I told you that the blonde in the clinging jersey is a working prostitute?"
Carella looked at the woman.
taken from Sadie When She Died, a story from The Best Of Mystery by Alfred Hitchcock
I must admit that this wasn't an easy thing to get. Trying to follow the directions in this task wasn't easy. The closest book was a dictionary... that, I fealt, didn't really count. The second closest book was a book of photography... no words. The next books were small poetry books and none of them even had 123 pages. Finally, the closest actual book with words and more than enough pages was the one I submitted. Finally.
posted by miniBruce at 3:14 PM
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Pg. 123 from the book, "Comming of Age in Missippi" by Ann Moody
"You know how Mrs. Burke is," she said to me. "I don't have much to do this evening, I kin get it done this evening before I leave work," I said.
From a novel of mealy props!!!
Here is, "The Giver"
"The small child went and sat on the lap of the old woman, and she gently rubbed his cheek. Jonas opened his eyes and lay contentedly on his bed still luxuriating in the warmth of the memory."
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