I already posted today, but this little meme has been tickling the back of my mind for a while now. I love that it’s so random, and about books. I have two books that qualify, so I’ll do both. This one has appeared on several blogs I read lately, but I can’t remember them all, so the
blame credit goes to (un)relaxeddad.
1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123. Update: go on to 223, 323, etc. if necessary to find something interesting.
3. Find the 5th Sentence.
4. Post the next 3 sentences.
5. Tag 5 people. Feh. I don’t mind being tagged, but I never feel like tagging others. Play if you wish.
Our physical eyes perceive a lion, and our sense-oriented thinking perceives the idea of the lion merely as a phantom, a shadowy image. But in the country of spirit beings, the idea of the lion is as real and visible to our spiritual eyes as the physical lion is to our physical eyes. The comparison we used in connection with the soul world is also pertinent.
Sorry, that last sentence is a bit out of context. Not Steiner at his most esoteric or odd, though “the country of spirit beings” is a bit of a teaser. Page 223 is in the index, so I’ll spare you that.
The other book at hand is Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver. I’m reading it for the second time. It’s spring, we just saw some new lambs yesterday, and it’s time to think about whether we can find any sunny patches in our maple forest-infested yard to plant some veggies in a few months.
Local food is a handshake deal in a community gathering place. It involves farmers with first names, who show up week after week. It means an open-door policy on the fields, where neighborhood buyers are welcome to come have a look, and pick their food from the vine.
Well, that’s great, but where are the funny anecdotes about phallic asparagus or stinky goats? Let’s try page 223 to see if something more juicy comes up:
The farm-liberation fantasy simply reflects a modern cultural confusion about farm animals. They’re human property, not just legally but biologically. Over the millennia of our clever history, we created from wild progenitors whole new classes of beasts whose sole purpose was to feed us.
Ah well, we’ve caught her in her didactic sections. Moving right along…one more book close at hand is Miss Bianca by Margery Sharp. Loved this as a kid, got it for my kids recently at a thrift store. This copy is older than I am, has pages falling out, has caramel-colored oxidized pages, and has that sweet old-book smell. I love it dearly.
It was a long, dreadful night indeed, to Patience and Miss Bianca — running and running, pausing just for a moment when Patience had a stitch, then running and running again! In the thick of the forest as they now were, they had certain advantages: so many rabbit and ferret runs, so many fox and badger paths, confused their scent. But it was Torment Miss Bianca had heard: fleeter of foot than his sergeant (as corporals often are), Torment had at once taken the lead, and well it was for Patience and Miss Bianca that his nose now and then betrayed him!
Now, don’t you agree that I should have reached for the children’s section to begin with? How’s that for imagery, action, mood?