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Down with them...up with the Democrats. Apollo blesses their cause.

posted by [personal profile] purplerabbits at 09:01pm on 04/11/2004 under ,
Grab the nearest book.
Open the book to page 23.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the text of the sentence in your journal...
...along with these instructions.

I touched the mask for luck, saying "Help me through this, Apollo, and I'll give you something"; there was no time to think what.

Guess what I'm reading...

Nuala and Katy are right, and for an extra clue the title is in the quote, near as dammit...
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posted by [identity profile] moondispatches.livejournal.com at 06:25pm on 04/11/2004
"His name was Swimmy."
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posted by [identity profile] hfnuala.livejournal.com at 12:50am on 05/11/2004
Damn, can't remember the name, but it'll be Mary Renault.
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posted by [personal profile] booklectica at 10:54am on 05/11/2004
It's Mary Renault. The Persian Boy? Should remember, I just re-read it. No, I don't think it is. The Praise Singer?
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posted by [personal profile] booklectica at 12:11pm on 05/11/2004
Oh. The Mask of Apollo, presumably?
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posted by [identity profile] purplerabbits.livejournal.com at 01:00pm on 05/11/2004
Yes! You win a small imaginary biscuit with chocolate sprinkles.
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posted by [personal profile] booklectica at 01:16pm on 05/11/2004
Much appreciated, as have finished off all the chocolate in the office already. Oh wait, it's lunchtime, I can go and get more...
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posted by [identity profile] pavlos.livejournal.com at 11:19am on 06/11/2004
And the man bowed down his head, and worshipped the LORD

You asked for it!
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posted by [identity profile] pitchtarn.livejournal.com at 04:30pm on 07/11/2004
She could feel its engine humming, even through the layers of air, as it strained to disappear into the gun-grey clouds.
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