Dec. 8th, 2007

chaletian: (hp luna)
You know this meme: guess the book from a random line!

1. He was by no means deficient in courage, but he had not the smallest wish, whatever Damerel’s offences might be, to find himself confronting his lordship early one morning with a pistol in one hand and twenty yards of cold earth between them. Venetia, Georgette Heyer, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] morganmuffle

2. The idea really came to me the day I got my new false teeth. Coming Up For Air, George Orwell, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] helenmia

3. “There’s steps I come down looking down as if it was fairyland and I saw how still it is how still and look at the tree Mrs Craven fell out of and I remember…” The Painted Garden, Noel Streatfeild, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] slemslempike

4. Tous les copains étaient déjà là et la maîtresse était en train de gronder Geoffroy qui était venu habillé en martien.

5. “I still say he’s a sonuvabitch. He’s a conceited sonuvabitch.” Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] helenmia

6. “I am ashamed to say that there are still members of this great staff unknown to me except by sight. Which, of all the merry faces I see flitting about the passages, is the youthful Mr Binns?” Murder Must Advertise, DLS, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] slemslempike

7. Dawn crept over the Downs like a sinister white animal, followed by the snarling cries of a wind eating its way between the black boughs of the thorns.” Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] katie__pillar

8. Spend exhausting day in Plymouth chasing mythical housemaids. Diary of a Provincial Lady, RM Delafield, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] slemslempike and [livejournal.com profile] helenprev

9. “My infancy. When I was but a babe, my eldest sister was bribed with a shilling an hour by my nurse to keep an eye on me, and see that I did not raise Cain.”

10. If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet’s father had died before the play began, there would be nothing more remarkable in his taking a stroll at night, in an easterly wind, upon his own ramparts, than there would be in any other middle-aged gentleman rashly turning out after dark in a breezy spot – say Saint Paul’s churchyard, for example – literally to astonish his son’s weak mind. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] morganmuffle

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