Tuesday, 18 November 2008

tagged!

I've been tagged by Willym to participate in another book meme. Fortunately for him, those are just about the only ones I respond to. These are the rules:

Open the book nearest your computer (and be honest not something artsy-fartsy so you can impress everyone) turn to page 56. Post the 5th sentence in italics plus one or two before and thereafter for context.

So here it goes:

The nearest books are in a pile within an arms' length of the computer, consisting of - from top to bottom - a King James Bible, A Chosen Faith about Unitarian Universalism and a UU songbook, Singing the Living Tradition. I've italicised the fifth sentence of the KJ text, other italics are as published:
EXODUS 21
Laws Regarding Oxen
28 If an ox gore a man or a woman, that they die: then the ox shall be surely stoned, and his fless shall not be eaten; but the owner of the ox shall be quit.
29 But if the ox were wont to push with his horn in time past, and it hath been testified to his owner, and he hath not kept him in, but that he hath killed a man or a woman; the ox shall be stoned, and his owner also shall be put to death.
30 If there be laid on him a sum of money, then he shall give for the ransom of his life whatsoever is laid upon him.
31 Whether he have gored a son, or have gored a daughter, according to this judgment shall it be done unto him.
32 If the ox shall push a manservant or a maidservant; he shall give unto their master thirty she'-kels of silver, and the ox shall be stoned.
33 And if a man shall open a pit, or if a man shall dig a pit, and not cover it, and an ox or an ass fall therein;
34 The owner of the pit shall make it good, and give money unto the owner of them; and the dead beast shall be his.
35 And if one man's ox hurt another's, that he die; then they shall sell the live ox, and divide the money of it, and the dead ox also they shall divide.
36 Or if it be known that the ox hath used to push in time past, and his owner hath notkept him in; he shall surely pay ox for ox; and the dead shall be his own.

I must say using pot as a way to control vicious oxen was new to me, but having thought it over, it just might work... A Chosen Faith starts a new chapter on page 56 and besides the title ("The Known and the Unknown") it only contains the following two quotes. Count carefully and you'll see that there are only four sentences on the entire page:
Who are these Unitarian Universalists, standing around the coffee table on Sunday morning discussing last night's movie and next fall's election; reviewing the morning sermon, designing tomorrow's education, storming over next century's oceans? Joyful celebrants of the gift of life, mixing nonsense with the quest of the ages, turning secular need into concerned action, serving wine on the lawn and petitions in the foyer?
-- Betty Mills, Unitarian Universalist layperson

Keepers of the dream will come again and again, from what humble places we do not know, to struggle against the crushing odds, leaving behind no worldly kingdom, but only a gleam in the dark hills to show how high we may climb. Already there have been many such heroes - women and men whose names we do not know, but whose words and deeds still light the path for us.
-- H.G. Wenzel, Unitarian Universalist layperson

And now for some music! Singing the Living Tradition doesn't have pagenumbers, you tell the pages by the numbers of the hymns. Number 56 is called "Bells in the High Tower". It has four stanzas:
Bells in the high tower,
ringing o'er the white hills,
mocking the winter,
singing like the spring rills;
bells in the high tower,
in the cold foretelling
the spring's upwelling.

Bells in the old tower,
like the summer chatter
from darting bright birds,
as the grapes turn redder;
bells in the old tower,
now the wine is brimming,
new life beginning.

Bells in the stone tower,
echoing the soft sound
of autumn's mill wheel,
as the wheat is spun round;
bells in the stone tower,
see the bread is yeasting
for time of feasting

Bells in the cold tower,
'midst the snow of winter
sound out the spring song
that we may remember;
bells in the cold tower,
after the long snowing
come months of growing.

Again, four sentences. And I'm not artsy-fartsy, I'm obviously a religious nut!

No bitching about the editing, Joe!

1 comment:

more cowbell said...

Hmm, I can't get the "ass falling therein" out of my head...