Master List for Quiz on Tuesday 12/13/16
051. I gave her happy memories: a ride on a merry-go-round, a kitten to play with, a special toy.
052. In Maycomb, grown men stood outside in the front yard for only two reasons: death and politics.
053. By the dawn, the house smelled of Sunday: chicken frying, bacon sizzling, and smoke sausages baking.
054. Animals took shape: yellow giraffes, blue lions, pink antelopes, lilac panthers cavorting in crystal substance.
055. Then the sounds of the forest returned: the first tentative croak of a tree frog, the buzz of one cicada, and then the full chorus.
056. In my stillness, I began to notice the animals: strange birds with brilliant plumage, tree lizards with flickering blue tongues, and something that looked like a cross between a rat and a possum.
057. Like most first-time authors, I was filled with hope and despair upon the book’s publication: hope that the book might succeed beyond my youthful dreams; despair that I had failed to say anything worth saying.
058. Not far away was Gollum’s island, of which Bilbo knew nothing, and there in his hiding-place he kept a few wretched oddments, and one very beautiful thing, very beautiful, very wonderful: a ring, a golden ring, a precious ring.
059. They were like the sounds heard in a dream you have again and again at certain critical turns of life: the dream of being unprepared for a big exam, the dream of being naked in public, the dream of falling, the dream in which you hurry toward a corner in some strange city, sure your fate lies on the far side.
060. Under the lightning that flamed in the skies, everything below stood out in clear-cut and shadowless distinctiveness: the bending trees; the billowy river, white with foam; the driving spray of spume flakes; the dim outlines of the high bluffs on the other side, glimpsed through the drifting clouds; and the slanting veil of rain.
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