Tag!

The instructions are as follows:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag five people.

OK this is weird because I'm actually ON that page right now in this book:

He imagines broad, deflated breasts with wine gum nipples, old-woman flesh in the armpits, an arsehole with a history...Since becoming 'a writer' Gunn believes such warped or distended liasons are within his scope (he's going to love Harriet), are part of his duty, in fact, along with bowling around the West End drunk at four in the morning and weaking overcoats that reek of Oxfam.
Then, God help him, 'A Grace of Storms'.
'I think you're making ir awfully hard for yourself with a book this long,' she said to him, at their last protracted but emphatically unerotic lunch after she'd read the monstrous tome.
'Yeah, Gunn said, 'but when a book's GOOD you WANT it to go on forever, don't you?'