Friday, April 25, 2008

A quick meme/lame excuse for a real post.

Borrowed from Inside the Philosophy Factory:

1.  Pick up the nearest book (of min. 123 pages).
2.  Open the book to page 123.
3.  Find the fifth sentence.
4.  Post the next three sentences.

Book: The March, E.L. Doctorow.

All else was hectic intention, with the wind blowing tufts of cotton through the alleys and even the live oaks in the squares bending and swaying to the wind.  In all of this Wilma Jones felt the smallness and insignificance of her own purposes on this morning.  But that is the slave still in me, she thought.

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