Hi there. We've had a little walk around the block and admired the stars. We've had a sleep. Now I have coffee. I hardly ever have coffee, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And you know what, it's rather nice. Now I am joining in with another challenge. This is the hour 16 'Page 35 Sentence 3' challenge at The Biblophibian. The instructions say take the allocated sentence from your book and add something to it to make a mini story or poem. My current book did not have three sentences on page 35, so from the arm of the sofa I plucked 'Middlemarch' by George Eliot. The sentence is so pompous it necessitated something short and sweet in response.
"But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness, which I had hitherto not conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer distinction when combined, as they notably are in you, with the mental qualities above indicated ... however I'm afraid you're sacked."