Wednesday, February 27, 2008

123 Meme--Tagging All Readers

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

His son inherited all the money, and he led a merry life, going to masquerade balls every night, making paper kites out of rigsdalar bills, and skipping gold coins into the lake instead of stones. That way the money could quickly disappear, and it did. Finally he owned no more than four skillings and had no clothes but a pair of slippers and an old dressing gown.

Hans Christia Andersen, Fairy Tales, "The Flying Trunk."

My work clothes (on nonteaching days): A pair of slippers, an old dressing gown.

2 comments:

The Room Downstairs said...

Carl Dennis, Poetry as Persuasion (quoting from, “For the Union Dead”, by Robert Lowell)

The old South Boston Aquarium stands

in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows are boarded.

The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its
scales.

The airy tanks are dry.

The Room Downstairs said...

Carl Dennis, Poetry as Persuasion (quoting from, “For the Union Dead”, by Robert Lowell)

The old South Boston Aquarium stands /
in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows are boarded./
The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its scales. /
The airy tanks are dry.