We lost mark f along the way.

Yes!
He's been lurking next door at Book Tag....so, how hard is it to drop the mouse an inch..huh, mr.f, huh?

I don't "guess" books, but if I know it, I'll chime in. No knowing, no chiming.

Aha! We made you talk!

I'll presume:
"On an evening in the latter part of May a middle-aged man was walking homeward from Shaston to the village of Marlott, in the adjoining Vale of Blakemore or Blackmoor. The pair of legs that carried him were rickety, and there was a bias in his gait which inclined him somewhat to the left of a straight line. He occasionally gave a smart nod, as if in confirmation of some opinion, though he was not thinking of anything in particular. An empty egg-basket was slung upon his arm, the nap of his hat was ruffled, a patch being quite worn away at its brim where his thumb came in taking it off. Presently he was met by an elderly parson astride on a gray mare, who, as he rode, hummed a wandering tune. `Good night t'ee,' said the man with the basket. "

Here's a hint: it rhymes with Yes of the B'Herberphills.

Dammit PRG, if you're going to guess all o' these, you're going to have to post some for the rest of us!

The few I've posted noone ever gets! I think I go too far off the radar. I'll try and come up with a few that are more guessable.

I knew it was Tess too, but I was hoping someone else...some new soul...someone other than our lot would pop in.

Sigh!

Does no-one read anymore...(rhetorical)

quote:

Originally posted by Ishmaels coffin:
I knew it was Tess too, but I was hoping someone else...some new soul...someone other than our lot would pop in.

That's why I gave a big hint. I also was hoping someone new would get lost and visit the Book discussions!

Any way to attract new talent?

"Gin was mother's milk to her. Besides, he'd poured so much down his own throat, he knew the good of it."

who's this new guy...mark f?

hope he sticks around...

Apart from that stupid attempt at humour, I have no idea of the quote...

This line sounds suspiciously like a line from a movie! Of course I've never read the source work, which is a play. So, Pshaw! I suppose I can't guess.

Oh, all right, would it be Pygmalion, by Shaw?

Please correct me if I'm wrong, mark, but I'll presume and post a quote, since things have been a mite quiet in these parts:

"On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of Romance of the Rose was born, appeared to be in as perfect a state of revolution as if the Huguenots had just made a second La Rochelle of it. Many citizens, seeing the women flying toward the High Street, leaving their children crying at the open doors, hastened to don the cuirass, and supporting their somewhat uncertain courage with a musket or a partisan, directed their steps toward the hostelry of the Jolly Miller, before which was gathered, increasing every minute, a compact group, vociferous and full of curiosity. "

MajorNougat should get this one!

engarde!

Pour l'amour de Dieu, would someone please say it, and put something up!

Les Trois Mousquetaires par ALexandre Dumas

Having harbored two sons in the waters of her womb, my mother considers herself something of an authority on human foetuses. The normal foetus, she says, is no swimmer; it is not a fish, seal, eel, or even turtlelike: it is an awkward alien in the liquid environment - a groping land creature confused by its immersion and anxious to escape.