Post by TranceRolin on Nov 18, 2002 23:43:46 GMT -5
Note: Obviously, the point of this game beyond being sort of fun is to try and get some of the people here to read more. Meh.
I'm going to start a game . . . Basically, a person (starting with myself) will put a paragraph, memorable quote, poem, or something that isn't IMPOSSIBLE TO FIGURE OUT in a post, and everyone else tries to figure out who the author is.
And just to make it easier . . . Put every second letter of the title of the book (or poem) that the quote is from, like so:
F_l_o_s_i_ O_ T_e _i_g
(Fellowship of the Ring)
Here's the title: (see above)
T_e _o_g _a_k _e_-T_m_ O_ T_e _o_l
Here's the quote:
Hint: It's in the very beginning of the book.
Note: Yes, I picked this quote for a reason . . . (Seeing as how there are so many British people here . . . I also have a question)
Is there pizza delivery in England? Just wondering . . . ;D
I'm going to start a game . . . Basically, a person (starting with myself) will put a paragraph, memorable quote, poem, or something that isn't IMPOSSIBLE TO FIGURE OUT in a post, and everyone else tries to figure out who the author is.
And just to make it easier . . . Put every second letter of the title of the book (or poem) that the quote is from, like so:
F_l_o_s_i_ O_ T_e _i_g
(Fellowship of the Ring)
Here's the title: (see above)
T_e _o_g _a_k _e_-T_m_ O_ T_e _o_l
Here's the quote:
"She enjoyed the notion that New York was home, and that she missed it, but in fact the only thing she really missed was pizza. And not just any old pizza, but the sort of pizza they brought to your door if you phoned them up and asked them to. That was the only real pizza. Pizza that you had to go out and sit at a table staring at red paper napkins for wasn't real pizza however much extra pepperoni and anchovy they put on it.
London was the place she liked living in most, apart, of course, from the pizza problem, which drove her crazy. Why would no one deliver pizza? Why did no one understand that it was fundamental to the whole nature of pizza that it arrived at your front door in a hot cardboard box? That you slithered it out of greaseproof paper and ate it in folded slices in front of the TV? What was the fundamental flaw in the stupid, stuck-up, sluggardly English that they couldn't grasp this simple principle?"
London was the place she liked living in most, apart, of course, from the pizza problem, which drove her crazy. Why would no one deliver pizza? Why did no one understand that it was fundamental to the whole nature of pizza that it arrived at your front door in a hot cardboard box? That you slithered it out of greaseproof paper and ate it in folded slices in front of the TV? What was the fundamental flaw in the stupid, stuck-up, sluggardly English that they couldn't grasp this simple principle?"
Hint: It's in the very beginning of the book.
Note: Yes, I picked this quote for a reason . . . (Seeing as how there are so many British people here . . . I also have a question)
Is there pizza delivery in England? Just wondering . . . ;D