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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.

Oh, Lord. Possibly the worst possible time for me to find this meme would be now...when I just brought home a stack of books (I blame you, Boozy) and piled them nearby. Since they were in a stack, they were all the closest to me! So here goes...

"...This ladies and gentlemen is the proverbial 'it.'"

He dropped his voice still lower. In the stillness, a fly would not have dared clear its throat.

- The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, Douglas Adams

...She would have crying fits and think the moon was out to get her. Every night it was there, and then, when it went, the sun came out and followed her. Over and over again.

- Mostly Harmless, Douglas Adams

Someone from the dead planet was talking to them.
"Computer!" shouted Zaphod.
"Hi there!"

- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams

...Gancia's slingshot had raised quite a lump on the back of his head and he was a little uncertain about things, starting with his name and working upwards.

'I should have been lisshening out,' said Cohen, 'I should have been paying attenshion and not being shwayed by all this talk about your wosshnames, your din-chewers. I mussht be getting shoft.'

- The Light Fantastic, Terry Pratchett

...People prepared to trust a postal system that largely depended on handing an envelope to some trustwortly-looking person who was heading in the right direction generally had something important to say. But the point was that they weren't his difficulties. It wasn't him making a last minute plea to the Patrician, or hearing the terrible news about Shaft #3, although of course he did his best to make things easier for the customer.

- The Truth, page 123 hardcover edition, Terry Pratchett. And because I was terribly curious:

"It's not harmful, is it?"
"Oh, no, zere are no physical effects vhatsoever--"
"Or mental effects?" said William, who had spun words too often to miss such a carefully misleading statement.

- The Truth, page 123 paperback edition, Terry Pratchett.

...He wanted to explain that he had been in fact very fond of the bag and had looked after it very well and had taken it with him wherever he went, but that somehow every time he traveled anywhere he seemed inexplicably to end up with the wrong bag, and that, curiously enough, even as they stood there, he was just noticing for the first time that the bag he had with him at the moment appeared to be made out of rather nasty fake leopard skin, and wasn't the one he'd had a few moments ago before he arrived in this whatever place it was, and wasn't one he would have chosen himself and heaven knew what would be in it as it wasn't his, and he would much rather have his original bag back, except that he was of course terribly sorry for having so peremptorily removed it, or rather its component parts, i.e., the rabbit skin, from its previous owner, viz., the rabbit whom he currently had the honor of attempting vainly to address.

All he actually managed to say was "Erp."

"Meet the newt you trod on," said the voice.

- Life, the Universe, and Everything. Douglas Adams.

"The dolphins? You're saying the dolphins all disappeared? Is this," said Arthur, trying to be absolutely clear on this point, "what you're saying?"

- So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish, Douglas Adams.

"Oh?" Lucy tried to pretend everything was perfectly normal.

"Yes," he said, "on Blerontin we have all these absurd rituals we have to go through before having sex."

- Douglas Adams's Starship Titanic, by Terry Jones.

There were wet flies, and there were dry flies, but this fly augured into the water with a saw-toothed whine and dragged the fish out backwards.

Terpsic watched in horrified fascination as the indistinct figure behind the willow trees cast again and again. The water boiled as the river's entire piscine population fought to get out of the way of the buzzing terror and, unfortunately, a large and maddened pike took Terspic's hook out of sheer confusion.

- [DEATH goes fishing.] Mort. Terry Pratchett.

That damned fez!

That silly, fake-oriental headdress had been fifty percent of a disguise that saved my life. But, having used it, the coldly pragmatic thing to do would have been to destroy it.

- The Cat Who Walks Through Walls, Robert A. Heinlein.


*Breathes heavily* That was the whole stack. Luckily Forever Odd fell off the stack and knocked into the stack next to it (A stack of the little kids' books. If they have a page 123, which I doubt) therefore being farther away from the good stack. Or I would've been here all night. Typing. *collapses*

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