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Oct. 6th, 2008 08:38 pm1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST
"The three following years the city was free from the tumult of arms... I pursued my studies of every kind, day and night, with unremitting application. I lodged and boarded at my own house(where he lately died) Diodotus the Stoic; whom I employed as my preceptor in various other parts of learning, but particularly in logic, which may be considered as a close and contracted species of eloquence; and without which, you yourself have declared it impossible to acquire that full and perfect eloquence, which they suppose to be an open and dilated kind of logic."
That's only two sentences, but Cicero just goes on and on, his sentences spooling out in an endless tumult of words; each semicolon a dart of irritation, making it monumentally difficult to forget that the tome from which I am quoting is a history text. Feh. Let's see what the book a little further away has to say.
Gah, it's a page of citations, no real sentences at all! One more time.
.... I am not counting the half newspaper, I'm starting with what's under it. "She could see he got on Jackrum's nerves as well, and he had a struttiness about him, a certain- er... sockiness, as if he was really the one in charge. Perhaps it was just general unpleasantness, but...
""Corporal?" she said.
""Yes, Parts?""
Hmm.
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metaquotes and cap_ironman . Cool.
... Gods. I found softcore Transformers porn. And against all rhyme and reason, against the laws of common sense, I liked it. I don't understand! Admittedly, I like softcore that involves snuggling and kissing and when it gets all icky I lose interest, and this was the kind of softcore I like, but these are giant robots. WHY IS THIS HOT. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST
"The three following years the city was free from the tumult of arms... I pursued my studies of every kind, day and night, with unremitting application. I lodged and boarded at my own house(where he lately died) Diodotus the Stoic; whom I employed as my preceptor in various other parts of learning, but particularly in logic, which may be considered as a close and contracted species of eloquence; and without which, you yourself have declared it impossible to acquire that full and perfect eloquence, which they suppose to be an open and dilated kind of logic."
That's only two sentences, but Cicero just goes on and on, his sentences spooling out in an endless tumult of words; each semicolon a dart of irritation, making it monumentally difficult to forget that the tome from which I am quoting is a history text. Feh. Let's see what the book a little further away has to say.
Gah, it's a page of citations, no real sentences at all! One more time.
.... I am not counting the half newspaper, I'm starting with what's under it. "She could see he got on Jackrum's nerves as well, and he had a struttiness about him, a certain- er... sockiness, as if he was really the one in charge. Perhaps it was just general unpleasantness, but...
""Corporal?" she said.
""Yes, Parts?""
Hmm.
I joined two communities,
metaquotes and cap_ironman . Cool.... Gods. I found softcore Transformers porn. And against all rhyme and reason, against the laws of common sense, I liked it. I don't understand! Admittedly, I like softcore that involves snuggling and kissing and when it gets all icky I lose interest, and this was the kind of softcore I like, but these are giant robots. WHY IS THIS HOT. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.
