En smakebit på søndag - nr. 32

I dag bruker jeg følgende utfordring, funnet på bokelskere.no, som hjelpemiddel for å finne smakebiter: "Ta boken som ligger nærmest deg. Ja, den nærmeste, ikke den du liker best eller tenker å lese. Slå opp på side 57. Tell deg fram til den femte setningen. Dette er ditt ord for dagen!" Ja, smakebitER. Var det ikke noen som sa "ett tygg og du er hekta"?

The Professor's House: "There's a fellow in that lot, Tod Miller, who isn't slow, and he excites me to controversy."

Vi, De Druknede: "Det var jo de to som lignet på hverandre."

The War of Don Emmanuel's Nether Parts: "Eventually Don Hernandez was obliged to reconcile himself to having piles of stone erected at intervals around the periphery of his property, and to allowing free passage to travellers."

Volvo Lastvagnar: "Mot alle svinene der ute som tror de har det så klart."

The Good Angel of Death: "In Petersburg he used to steal geese and roast them with his friends."

March Violets: "More than likely they were quite drunk when they were shot."

Papillon: "Hell, no."

Michael K: "K bad om en pose peppernøtter."

Mutiny on the Bounty: "We turned a corner and headed towards the sea front and I never glanced back once, never looked round to have a final memory of the streets I knew so well, never took a moment to stare once more at the cobbles where I had robbed and thieved for a decade or more, didn't even give a thought to the establishment in which I had been reared and where my innocence had been stolen from me on a hundred occasions."

En Opritsjniks Dag: "De er like usle som ormer som ernærer seg på åtsel og kadavre."


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