Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Book Game
Here are the rules:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

This, however, neither interrupted their mirth nor their diversion, nor gave the least truce to the lamentations of Sancho, who prayed and cursed by turns as he flew. Indeed, nothing of this sort, either could or did avail him, until, leaving off, out of pure weariness, they thought fit to wrap him up in his great coat, and set him on his donkey again. The compassionate Maritornes seeing him so much fatigued, thought he would be the better for a drink of water, which, that it might be cooler, she fetched from the well; and Sancho had just put the mug to his lips, when his drink was halted, by the voice of his master, who cried aloud, "Son Sancho, drink not water, drink not that which will be the occasion of thy death, my son; behold this most sacred balsam, (holding up the cruet of potion in his hand) two drops of which will effectually cure thee."

Don Quixote by Miquel de Cervantes, translated by Tobias Smollett

(from JMT)

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