I’m reading a book wherein a character comes down to breakfast and “pluck[ed] an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter.” I mean, I’ll give so much leeway to culinary choices of fictional characters, but, jesus, no one wants to chew that hard at 7am.
“Some of y’all who are mad now were mad three weeks ago for election day. Y’all got to start VOTING and SHOWING UP. Twelve percent turnout is an insult to your children.”—Al Sharpton on voter turnout in Ferguson. At the Unity Rally today.
“There’s a difference between an activist and thug. Don’t loot in Michael’s name. We are not looters, we are liberators. We are not burners, we are builders.”—Rev. Al Sharpton, speaking at the Unity Rally in Ferguson, MO.
When I was younger I would always calculate how far I was into a book. This book is 200 pages? And I’m on page 97? Three pages until 50%!!! And then invariably I would miss noticing when I hit page 100.
I would even stop reading to calculate out - by hand, I remember doing this as early as 1992, based on the classroom I remember being in - how far I was. I also know that the more tense the book would become the more often I would stop and make calculations. So often that for some books I would know: every 5 pages are 3.76%.