I dial a primrose, they give me a pro

[sovay]

A meme! Via matociquala:

Pick up the nearest book to you. Turn to page 45. The first sentence describes your sex life in 2012.

"I telephoned Ozanne's secretary and said that I needed to see the colonel on an urgent matter, that it would take about an hour and that I would be grateful if Colonel Pollock could be present."

—Leo Marks, Between Silk and Cyanide: A Codemaker's War, 1941–1945 (1998)

(The follow-up sentence: "I also requested the use of a blackboard.")

Comments

[sovay]

And am considering NOing retroactively, because what I got was "Death waited in his calm hands, behind his boyish face," and there's just nothing there I want any part of.

I'm sorry, there was an unaccountable blip in reality and while I'm sure you reached for and opened a book, it was mysteriously illegible.

[gaudior.livejournal.com]

Oh, good. I am relieved to hear that. Grin.

Okay, so let's try... Aegypt, by John Crowley.

"The Woods as a psychiatric center was to have all the tranquilizing properties it had as a resort, and the principles it is run on are communal in some of the same ways, not excepting group sings around the fire and even hayrides."

...um, can I focus more on the part of that that implies pleasant orgies, and less on the part that implies going inpatient?

[sovay]

...um, can I focus more on the part of that that implies pleasant orgies, and less on the part that implies going inpatient?

At least it's a John Crowley novel. A person can live in one of his universes without being embarrassed to suicide.

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

Ohdeargod. I just had a vision of what would happen if you picked up a novel by John Norman for this purpose.

[sovay]

I just had a vision of what would happen if you picked up a novel by John Norman for this purpose.

And this is why you should never keep anything by John Norman within easy reach!