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rive gauche:
Pick a book that you are reading, and find a passage from it. Transcribe the passage. The next person has to guess what book the passage is from before they can put their own passage. Passages can be as obscure or as recognisable as you like. Have fun!

Example:

He is in shirtsleeves, with purple suspenders; he has rolled the sleeves of his shirt above the elbows. The suspenders can hardly be seen against the blue shirt, they are all obliterated, buried in the blue, but it is false humility; in fact, they will not let themselves be forgotten, they annoy me by their sheep-like stubbornness, as if, starting to become purple, they stopped somewhere along the way without giving up their pretentions.

LeeZion:
Eh, I don't think so. The movie quote game is hard enough, and now you want to do it for literature? I doubt you'd find one person in ten-thousand who could identify that quote you just cited — and if someone did, it would only get more obscure (and difficult) from there.

Take, for example, this quote. It's from a very famous author, but I doubt if anyone here could identify the source. And how can anyone play if they can't keep the game going?

To find out who said it, e-mail me at leezion2 (at) yahoo.com

"You don't care for Ghosts, then," I ventured to suggest, unless they are really terrifying?"
"Quite so," the lady assented.  "The regular Railway-Ghosts — I mean the Ghosts of ordinary Railway-literature — are very poor affairs. I feel inclined to say, with Alexander Selkirk, 'Their tameness is shocking to me'!  And they never do any Midnight Murders. They couldn't 'welter in gore,' to save their lives!"
"'Weltering in gore'  is a very expressive phrase, certainly. Can it be done in any fluid, I wonder?"
"I think not," the lady readily replied — quite as if she had thought it out, long ago.  "It has to be something thick.  For instance, you might welter in bread-sauce.  That, being white, would be more suitable for a Ghost, supposing it wished to welter!"
"You have a real good terrifying Ghost in that book?"  I hinted.
"How could you guess?" she exclaimed with the most engaging frankness, and placed the volume in my hands.  I opened it eagerly, (with a not unpleasant thrill like what a good ghost-story gives one) at the 'uncanny' coincidence of my having so unexpectedly divined the subject of her studies.
It was a book of Domestic Cookery, open at the article Bread Sauce.'

rive gauche:
Well, you don't need to be rude about it. I guess I'll just have to go read my copy of Lewis Carroll's Sylvie and Bruno, then. Sigh.

Duchess Tapioca:
I think we should try things more like:


--- Quote from: A famous author ---Come, Watson, come! The game is afoot. Not a word! Into your clothes and come!
--- End quote ---

iKitten:
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes: The Adventure of the Abbey Grange.

As easy as that one was, I shall supply equally easy, should you possess a mind for marginally lesser known works by the authors of the classics.

'Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here
Within the circuit of this ivory pale,
I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;
Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

Within this limit is relief enough,
Sweet bottom-grass and high delightful plain,
Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough,
To shelter thee from tempest and from rain
Then be my deer, since I am such a park;
No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark.'

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