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schreibergasse tagged me for this one:
Instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ 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.
6. Tag five people.
Not only was there nothing going on in the hotel, there was nothing going on in the world, either, and this impression was strengthened by Mrs. Pope Graham, the proprietor, a major's widow with a terribly languorous voice that imparted a sense of deep fatigue to Mr. Barraclough or anyone else who sought her hospitality. Inspector Mendel, whose informant she had been for many years, insisted that her name was plain Graham. The Pope had been added for grandeur or out of deference to Rome.
"Your father wasn't a Green Jacket, was he, dear?" she enquired, with a yawn, as she read Barraclough in the register. Smiley paid her fifty pounds' advance for a two-week stay, and she gave him Room 8 because he wanted to work.
—John le Carré, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (1974)
If you've been tagged for this already, ignore me:gaudior, sosostris2012, fleurdelis28, lesser_celery, greygirlbeast.
And now I need to shelve a lot of books.
schreibergasse tagged me for this one:Instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ 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.
6. Tag five people.
Not only was there nothing going on in the hotel, there was nothing going on in the world, either, and this impression was strengthened by Mrs. Pope Graham, the proprietor, a major's widow with a terribly languorous voice that imparted a sense of deep fatigue to Mr. Barraclough or anyone else who sought her hospitality. Inspector Mendel, whose informant she had been for many years, insisted that her name was plain Graham. The Pope had been added for grandeur or out of deference to Rome.
"Your father wasn't a Green Jacket, was he, dear?" she enquired, with a yawn, as she read Barraclough in the register. Smiley paid her fifty pounds' advance for a two-week stay, and she gave him Room 8 because he wanted to work.
—John le Carré, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (1974)
If you've been tagged for this already, ignore me:
gaudior, sosostris2012, fleurdelis28, lesser_celery, greygirlbeast. And now I need to shelve a lot of books.
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