From
kikimachi.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
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From Algorithms and Data Structures: with applications to graphics and geometry, by Jurg Nievergelt and Klaus H. Hinrichs, which I took from the shelf of free books outside the math/ cs offices. There weren't five sentences on the page, so I counted lines of code instead. This is not what
kikimachi was intending. From the next book in the pile (again counting lines instead of sentences)
With the smoke coming down above the housetops;
Doubtful, for a while
Not knowing what to feel or if I understand
This one is from "Portrait of a Lady" by T. S. Eliot. More acceptable. I've been keeping this book from the library in order to get through 'The Wasteland" someday; Katie from Canada told me I had to read it. The other I am reading in sheer terror of being expected to know about sorting algorithms. Or something.
Good thing this one was okay; the next book doesn't have words on page 23 at all. Just pictures.
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1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
b: array[0 .. nmax] of integer; \\backpointer
n: integer; \\number of points entered so far
px, py: integer; \\new point
From Algorithms and Data Structures: with applications to graphics and geometry, by Jurg Nievergelt and Klaus H. Hinrichs, which I took from the shelf of free books outside the math/ cs offices. There weren't five sentences on the page, so I counted lines of code instead. This is not what
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With the smoke coming down above the housetops;
Doubtful, for a while
Not knowing what to feel or if I understand
This one is from "Portrait of a Lady" by T. S. Eliot. More acceptable. I've been keeping this book from the library in order to get through 'The Wasteland" someday; Katie from Canada told me I had to read it. The other I am reading in sheer terror of being expected to know about sorting algorithms. Or something.
Good thing this one was okay; the next book doesn't have words on page 23 at all. Just pictures.