2 posts tagged “books”

What's your "go-to" movie?  The one you watch when you need to just get away from it all?
Submitted by uncagedbird.

Depending on what kind of time I have:

Loooong time slot available:  The LotR trilogy.  Also my go-to books. 

Galadriel and Frodo

Littleish time slot available: "Ever After."  I love this movie, and having watched it a good.... 3 billion times... I'm still not sick of it :)

Escape - Ever After

1. Pick up the book nearest to you
2. Turn to any page.
3. Go down to the eighth line and copy the next three sentences (If it is dialog, three lines of speech).
4. Improv as you see fit.
5. Tag a couple people.  (Um, I tag everyone.  Aaaaaaaaaand... GO!)

I'm going to do this for a few, just 'cause it's fun.

1:  The Modern Woman's Guide To Life (FYI this is 1988 Modern Woman's Guide to Life - a weird, sometimes sexist, and mostly useless except for amusing reasons thing that my mom gave me at the beginning of last school year...)
    p 94:
        "He comes home one night with a new pair red heels and a garter belt.  They're for him. So how are you supposed to handle this one?
          * note to self: don't do posts like this while drinking orange juice, or any other liquid that will come out of your nose when you start to laugh hysterically upon flipping to a page in a book that says something like this.  This is, obviously, the sex section of the book.  The weird sex section of the book, too.  No one I'm dating should ever come home with red heels and a garter belt in his size.  Or, if he does, it should be accompanied with "so, um, yeah, I'm gay, and this isn't going to work."   I would be sad, but that would be much more of a relief than the "so, wanna try something new...?" conversation. 

2: To The Lighthouse
    p 65:
       "Certainly she was losing consciousness of outer things.  And as she lost consciousness of outer things, and her name and her personality and her appearance, and whether Mr. Carmichael was there or not, her mind kept throwing up from its depths, scenes, and names, and sayings, and memories and ideas, like a fountain spurting over that glaring, hideously difficult white space, while she modelled it with greens and blues. 
         Charles Tansley used to say that, she remembered, women can't paint, can't write."

3: The Divine Comedy: Paradiso:
    pp 106 - 107:
       English: "Truly, his father was Felice and his mother Giovanna if her name, interpreted, is in accord with what has been asserted.  Not for the world, for which men now travail along Taddeo's way or Ostian's, but through his love of the true manna, he became, in a brief time, so great a teacher that he began to oversee the vineyard that withers when neglected by its keeper.  And from the seat that once was kinder to the righteous poor (and now has gone astray, no tin itself, but in its occupant), he did not ask to offer two or three for six, nor for a vacant benefice, nor decimas, quae sunt pauperum Dei -- but pleaded for the right to fight against the erring world, to serve the seed from which there grew the four-and-twenty plants that ring you."
       Italian:  "Oh padre suo veramente Felice! oh madre sua veramente Giovanna, se interpretata, val come si dice!  Non per lo mondo, per cui mo s'affanna di retro ad Ostiense e a Taddeo, ma per amor de la verace manna in picciol tempo gran dottor si feo; tal che si mise a circuir la vigna che tosto imbianca, se 'l vignaio e reo.  E a la sedia che fu gia benigna pui a' poveri giusti, non per lei, ma per colui che siede, che traligna, non dispensare o due o tre per sei, non la fortuna di prima vacante, non decimas, quae sunt pauperum Dei, addimando, ma contro al mondo errante licenza di combatter per lo seme del qual ti fascian ventiquattro piante."

4: I Capture The Castle:
    p 138:
       "I decided to think a little before I began writing, and lay back enjoying the heat of the sun and staring up at the great blue bowl of the sky.  It was lovely feeling the warm earth under me and the springing grass against the palms of my hands while my mind was drawn upwards.  Unfortunately my thoughts will never stay exalted for very long, and soon I was gloating over my new green dress and wondering if it would suit me to curl my hair."

5: The Fountainhead:
    p 375:
       "He was at the other end of the room, his back turned to her first night in this room, solemnly composed to the performance of a rite.
          'I love you, Roark.'
       She had said it for the first time."

6: The Mists of Avalon:
    p 227:
       "From the moment they had laid that daughter in her arms, until the frail child's last breath had ceased, Viviane had drawn her every breath in a kind of mingled delirium of love and pain, as if the beloved child were a part of her own body, whose every moment of contentment or suffering was her own.  That had been a lifetime ago, and Viviane knew that the woman she had been born to be had been buried within the hazel grove in Avalon.  The woman who walked tearlessly away from that tiny grave had been another person altogether, holding herself aloof to every human emotion."