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This one appears to be doing the rounds again, and I never normally do it.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
7 sentences is rather a lot, due to the author's love of the comma.
By choosing to ignore the felafel choice of millions of their fellow citizens they were setting themselves apart from the people's choice of felafel. Clearly they thought themselves too good for Felafel house, a cut above Felafel Munch, and anyone who considered themselves too good for the choices of the people was a posh snob elitist and they had better watch out.
'Please, it's my treat,' said Cassius. ' I really do love a proper home-made felafel.'
Surprised at his new companion's audacity, Trafford allowed himself to be led into the building, up the stairs from the waterlogged ground floor and into a little room abocve where there were three tables, all unoccupied. Cassius chose one and motioned Trafford to sit. This Trafford did, making a point of looking about himself before carefully positioning his chair so that he had his back to the camera.
I'm not going to cite the reference because it's far more entertaining when it's without context.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
7 sentences is rather a lot, due to the author's love of the comma.
By choosing to ignore the felafel choice of millions of their fellow citizens they were setting themselves apart from the people's choice of felafel. Clearly they thought themselves too good for Felafel house, a cut above Felafel Munch, and anyone who considered themselves too good for the choices of the people was a posh snob elitist and they had better watch out.
'Please, it's my treat,' said Cassius. ' I really do love a proper home-made felafel.'
Surprised at his new companion's audacity, Trafford allowed himself to be led into the building, up the stairs from the waterlogged ground floor and into a little room abocve where there were three tables, all unoccupied. Cassius chose one and motioned Trafford to sit. This Trafford did, making a point of looking about himself before carefully positioning his chair so that he had his back to the camera.
I'm not going to cite the reference because it's far more entertaining when it's without context.
