It’s the wedding weekend. I’ve pressed my dress, painted my nails and charged the batteries in my camera. Most importantly, I’ve made the cake. It’s sitting on the kitchen work surface as I type, anxiously awaiting Saturday afternoon and its fifteen minutes of fame and glory.
I will, of course, post photos of the finished cake once the day is over. For today’s post, though, I’ve accepted a tag from Holler and Pat. They asked me to pick up the nearest book, open to page 123, count five sentences down and then write down the following three sentences.
I’m re-reading Sunset Song by Lewis Grassic Gibbon at the moment. It’s a book that is often studied in Scottish high schools but I never have nor never will teach it. I love it too much. Selfish? Maybe. I just don’t think I could bare anyone scoffing at Chris or Euan or Rob of the Mill or any of the other characters I know so well.
Anyhoo, here are the lines. They say a lot about the heroine, I think.
“Then he rose and shook hands, Well, well, it’s Miss Guthrie come up; you’ve been thinking of the will no doubt?
She told him, Yes, just that; and that she was going to live on at Blawearie a while, not roup the gear out at once, could he see to that with the factor?
He stared at her with his mouth fallen open, But you can’t live there alone!”