Let's play a game. Grab the book nearest to you and turn to page 17. Write the first complete sentence on the page in the thread, see if you can determine what the books are using you're superior pseud knowledge. I'll start
>How many times it happened to me-well, say, for example, to feel offended, just so, for no reason, on purpose.
>Come evening he tracks a spire of smoke rising oblique from among the low hills and before dark he hails up at the doorway of an old anchorite nested away in the sod like a groundsloth.
Notes from the underground.. luckily i just read it last week.
heres a tougher one:
About this pageant: it had one peculiar result. It brought the Gettysburg Address of Abraham Lincoln to the attention of Goebbels, and then to the attention of Hitler himself.
I'll give you a clue, it's non fiction.
Olden Farm, after a brief role in the first American revolution, would remain undisturbed until the mathematicians arrived and began working on the next.
Sometimes, indeed, she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort.
>So why does the Veda claim that the top social stratum consists not of warrior-kings stronger than all other humans, "eating" them all, but of the caste of priests?
Hint: he's often discussed on /lit/
Indeed, unless we wish to conjecture that Walter of Oxford was in on a hoax, we can assume that he did give Geoffrey some kind of collection of antiquarian documents or short tales in Welsh.
>however, most pinnacles veterans saw pinnacles rock as a unique, limited resource: a place where true climbing adventure thrived.
>mfw the bookcase nearest my computer is my /out/ bookshelf
>She peers at him over the rim of her coffee cup.
aaahhh, carefully now, this one is really obvious, like the outcome of the power rangers against the big robot monsters they would fight which, everyone knew even then, they would win.
>"Soot falls in with the snow and mixes the flurry into a choking grey as they stream past him in all directions alive and wide-eyed and screeching and iron-fisted, some with red-stained teeth and others with open wounds yawning through blackened holes torn in their new woolen shirts, dozens of them already chained at the ankle struggling to get away or at least stay standing, they push and shove and fall over one another, pressing tight, hollering, moving in violent currents."
Definitely Paolini. Clean your bookshelf, m8
>Starting a sentence with "Indeed"
>A young woman of Leek, in Staffordshire, while he served his apprenticeship there, conceived a violent passion for him; and though it met with no favourable return, followed him to Lichfield, where she took lodgings opposite to the house in which he lived, and indulged her hopeless flame.
I like "hopeless flame".
OP here, correctemundo.
Heres on one more
>women's hands do get a lot done without fuss, he thought perhaps he would have smashed all the dishes on the spot, he certainly would not have been able to carry them out of the room.
"I fent a letter to J.G.* and requefted the honour of his company at my lodgings."
-from The News-paper wedding, or An Advertisement for a Husband, R.Snagg, London, 1774
"Mój ojciec chodził wzdłuż półek w zielonym fartuchu, jak ogrodnik wzdłuż inspektów z kaktusami, i wywabiał z nicości te pęcherze ślepe, pulsujące życiem, te niedołężne brzuchy, przyjmujące świat zewnętrzny tylko w formie jedzenia, te narośle życia, pnące się omackiem ku światłu.."
Unfortunatelly the book nearest to me was in Polish. I know that at least one person here on lit speaks this language beside me, hope he gets it. I've chosen it on random, but it's characteristic tbqh.
In english it's:
"My father walked along his shelves in a green apron, like a gardener along his cactus frames, and coaxed from nothingness those blind blisters pulsating with life, those clumsy abdomens taking in the external world only in the form of food, those excrescences of life, scrabbling gropingly toward the light."
This post he had recieved through his sister Anna's husband, Alexey Alexandrovitch Karenin, who held one of the most important positions in the ministry to whose department the Moscow office once belonged.
"On the other hand, Surveyors are runnin' about numerous as Bed-bugs, and twice as cheap, with work enough for all certainly in Durham at present, Enclosures all over the County, and North Yorkshire,- eeh! Fences, Hedges, Ditches ordinnary and Ha-Ha Style, all to be laid out... I could have stay'd home and had m'self a fine Living...?"
de tal manera tuvieron los mermnadas el poder y se lo quitarob a los heraclidas. El nuevo soberano envio a Delfos no pocas ofrendas,pues en cuanto ofrendas de plata,hay muchismsimas suyas en Delfos;
As the sun goes down, the shadow of the trees lengthen. Like a sagacious cat, the wind plays with papers and dead leaves, whirling them around where they are. Shadows pass: people have acquired a way of sneaking around instead of walking.
>This work had to do with the relation between, on the one hand, the tonic, clonic, and phasic contractions in epilepsy and, on the other hand, the tonic spasm, beat, and fibrillation of the heart.
"The Sanskrit word for poet is kāvi ("maker"), and the Vedic poet was a bard who, as in Blake's quote above, could see the present, past, and future because his awareness was rooted in the infinite depth of the present moment, in touch with the transcendental field that lies beyond time."
>When it had come to a halt by the airport building and Ferradas emerged from the pilots' cabin, a wing three-quarter on the team named Roberto Canessa somewhat impudently congratulated him on the landing.
It's all very well for me to tell myself there are no provincial cities any more and perhaps there never were any : all places all places communicate instantly with all other places, a sense of isolation is felt only during the trip between one place and the other, that is, when you are in no place.
Jesus took them all by stealth, for he did not reveal himself in the manner [in which] he was, but in which the manner [they would] be able to see him.
Thereupon I was informed that it was quite hopeless for a European to attempt to penetrate into this realm of spiritual life
- perhaps the strangest which the Far East has to offer - unless
he began by learning one of the Japanese arts associated with Zen.
>About three in the afternoon he came up with us, and bringing to by mistake just athwart our quarter, instead of athwart our stern, as he intended, we brought eight of our guns to bear on that side, and poured in a broadside upon him, which made him sheer off again, after returning our fire and pouring in also his small shot from near two hundred men which he had on board.
Yes that is all one sentence.
Jupiter addressed the assembly. He set forth the frightful condition of things on earth, and closed by announcing his intention to destroy the whole of its inhabitants, and provide a new race, unlike the first, who would be more worthy of life, and much better worshippers of the gods.
(Shockingly relevant to my thoughts these past days.)
Grabbing my raincoat out of the closet in the entranceway I find a Burberry scarf and matching coat with a whale embroidered on it (something a little kid might wear) and it's covered with what looks like dried chocolate syrup crisscrossed over the front, darkening the lapels.
Pour un homme aussi naturellement secret que moi, répandre ses viscères sur du papier, c'est bien rebutant au début, mais ma main m'entraîne, et il me semble qu'ayant commencé à me raconterje ne pourrai plus m'arrêter avant d'être arrivé au bout de mon rouleau.
>This complex physical entity ('the dice,' thought of as a single object) is before me on the table, after the throw, and its actual position determines the actual state of the (two) dice.
> His date has been differently set all the way from the first century B.C. to the ninth century A.D.
I feel as though this might be too obvious, what with names being named.
>Joachim accompanied Hans Castorp to room 34, where they found that the limping concierge had properly delivered the new guest's luggage; and they chatted for another fifteen minutes while Hans Castorp unpacked his nightclothes and toiletries after first lighting a thick, mild cigarette.
Intermarriages (arranged by the Priests) between the sons and daughters of these more intellectual members of the lower classes generally result in an offspring approximating still more to the type of the Equal-Sided Triangle.
>Democratic rule - in which the government apparatus is considered "public" property administered by regularly elected officials who do not personally own and are not viewed as owning the government but as its temporary caretakers or trustees - typically only follows personal rule and private government ownership.
That picture makes for an excellent portrait of a second string ballerina, the "her" being referred to.
On the other hand, I can't imagine this author bothering about with political theory in any form, as opposed to characterizing the ruling class through secondary characters the protagonists swim around. If I stumble on such a passage later on in that book I'll be damned surprised.
Or, if meant as a challenge, a quote to identify some other's work ... not sure. Sounds like some foundation laying for libertarian pontificating. Ann Rand? L Neil Smith?
I usually bring up the reply box by clicking on someone's no. and at times I forget to erase the number. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to highlight you.
I like to think I'm an ideological pluralist (aka I'm emotionally swayed towards Marxism and logically strung towards Paleolibertarianism), hence I have many books on political theory, and Hoppe's 'Democracy: The God That Failed' just happened to be on the top.