Meme-thefting from YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
1. Pick 10 of your favorite books or series. Or just pick ten books. Or book-like works. Man, it works however it wants.
2. Post the first sentence of each book. (If one sentence seems too short, post two or three!) AMENDMENT: I'm actually posting a mixutre of first and closing sentences. Because I bloody well can.
3. Let everyone try to guess the titles and authors of your books. And if you want, go ahead and guess on first line(s) versus last.
1. The bloodred dust blew down out of the sun. He touched the horse with his heels and rode on. He rode with the sun coppering his face and the red wind blowing out of the west across the evening land and the small desert birds flew chittering among the dry bracken and horse and rider and horse passed on and their long shadows passed in tandem like the shadow of a single being. Passed and paled into the darkening land, the world to come.
2. Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo....
3. Here ceased the powers of my high fantasy.
Already were my will and my desires
turned--as a wheel in equal balance--by
The Love that moves the sun and the other stars.
4. She looked at the steps; they were empty; she looked at her canvas; it was blurred. With a sudden intensity, as if she saw it clear for a second, she drew a line there, in the centre. It was done; it was finished. Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision.
5. The sky had cleared, the clouds raveled to tatters, and at four oclock the sun broke through, silver on the bright green of grass and leaves and golden on the puddles in the road; all down the column men quickened the step, smiling in the sudden burst of gold and silver weather. They would point at the sky, the shining fields, and call to each other: the sun, the sun!
6. But to me the future is still black and blank--is a vast ignorance, lit at a few casual places by the memory of his story. And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers--shrivelled now, and brown and flat and brittle--to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.
7. The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide.
8. Mason City.
To get there you follow Highway 58, going northeast out of the city, and it is a good highway and new. Or was new, that day we went up it.You look up the highway and it is straight for miles, coming at you, with the black line down the center coming at and at you, black and slick and tarry-shining against the white of the slab....
9. She closed the compact and from beneath her smart new hat she seemed to follow with her eyes the waves of music, to dissolve into the dying brasses, across the pool and the opposite semicircle of trees where at somber intervals the dead tranquil queens in stained marble mused, and on into the sky lying prone and vanquished in the embrace of the season of rain and death.
10. I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly considered how much depended upon what they were then doing;--that not only the production of a rational Being was concerned in it, but that possibly the happy formation and temperature of his body, perhaps his genius and the very cast of his mind;--and, for aught they knew to the contrary, even the fortunes of his whole house might take their turn from the humours and dispositions which were then uppermost:--Had they duly weighed and considered all this, and proceeded accordingly,--I am verily persuaded I should have made a quite different figure in the world, from that, in which the reader is likely to see me.
-----------------------In other news, I guess I'm still here. Ish. By which I mean here, around Baltimore and sort of vaguely around the internet, and here, a little bit around the journal-thing. Just not... fully coherent all of the time. A lot of the time. Rrrrn, brain. Rrrrrn, so on.
But I heart this internship. For real. And have already learned worlds more than in t'others (which were also thumbs up, just not so involved), so zay and yay.
Earnest went away Sunday afternoon.
80 Days is in rehearsal. Cabaret this weekend.
80 Days starting, what, the 21st or so, as far as previews go? And December'll be all kinds of mad-crazy fun. Actually, seems to be mad-crazy fun all 'round, but what the fuck's better'n that, eh? Mein GOTT... Something, something, something.
Goddamn, short-circuiting. And very likely ill but trying not to overly acknowledge the fact. But really? Fuck's any of that really matter? The grad school side of life
does give cause for concern... But there are some plans. Notions. And I need to get the Northwestern app going, at least. Towson can wait, other-possibilities seem able to wait, but need to get on the former... Bah. Need to clear headspace for that. Maybe this weekend. Very least, the following (during which there should be no bar shifts, so nothing to think on there, whoo).
Em... Em... 's kind of fun, this working on this show-that show-'nother show-that one show-etc. over the course of a day. Breaks concentration, but THAT is fine. More thinking on the go. And god knows, I need to just... Suck it up and be able to spit out coherent thoughts. Ah-HA, caught myself, there... First, I need to
have coherent thoughts. Shite. This could be a problem.
Well,
jay-zus fookin' chroist, what else is new?
