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The rules are as follows:
1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Post a comment and then tag five more people.

           Most like a gentleman.
           But with much forcing of his disposition.
           Niggard of question, but of our demands
           Most free in his reply.

           Two pages later comes a sentence struck,
           Of such a misery! That grievous luck
           Abandoned hath this poet’s pleasure, curse
           That chance did not deliver him this verse!

           To be or not to be–that is the question:
           Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
           The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
           Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
           And, by opposing, end them.

           O fie! O horrid dreams shall mar me now!
           Serina, did me such a wrongness throw,
           For had not Pickett lent his thought to thee
           My soul tonight might gently breathing be.


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        A mote it is to trouble the mind’s eye.
        In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
        A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
        The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
        Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;
        As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
        Disasters in the Sun; and the moist star,
        Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands
        Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.

        William Shakespeare: Hamlet 1.1

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    The cat and the moon

    The cat went here and there
    And the moon spun round like a top,
    And the nearest kin of the moon,
    The creeping cat, looked up.
    Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
    For, wander and wail as he would,
    The pure cold light in the sky
    Troubled his animal blood.
    Minnaloushe runs in the grass
    Lifting his delicate feet.
    Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
    When two close kindred meet,
    What better than call a dance?
    Maybe the moon may learn,
    Tired of that courtly fashion,
    A new dance turn.
    Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
    From moonlit place to place,
    The sacred moon overhead
    Has taken a new phase.
    Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
    Will pass from change to change,
    And that from round to crescent,
    From crescent to round they range?
    Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
    Alone, important and wise,
    And lifts to the changing moon
    His changing eyes.

    William Butler Yeats

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      Let me tell you of This Moment
      That rather snuck its way on me
      Gathering tales so constant
      It had no choice but be;
      Of one who watches joyfully
      The winding of a clock
      Another who smiles pleasantly
      To open a forbidden lock
      Yet another with too many toes
      Who if stalked takes no prisoners
      And then that one who never shows
      Yet claims to own all visitors
      I will learn them all
      Know their number and their fall
      Know those places that they keep
      This Moment while she is yet asleep.

      — Sebastian