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valdary:All Toby books (and in-universe short stories) have titles taken from the works of Shakespeare. There's a lot of Shakespeare out there! So...
To enter for an ARC of An Artificial Night, suggest a quote or quotes that would make a good title for a Toby story. Extra credit if they're quotes not everyone would know (for example, going with An Artificial Night from Romeo and Juliet, rather than something more familiar). Please include the surrounding text in your entry, as well as identifying the scene/sonnet/poem the quote comes from. Entries must be between three and five words.
Example:
Late Eclipses.
"These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend
No good to us: though the wisdom of nature can
Reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself
Scourged by the sequent effects: love cools,
Friendship falls off, brothers divide: in
Cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in
Palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son
And father..." —King Lear.
I'll select the winner through random drawing on Tuesday, June 29th. By entering, you grant permission for me to use your title if I think it's awesome, since Shakespeare is public domain and also, well, I might have issues round about book eleven, when everything has been suggested already.
Game on!
June 24 2010, 21:46:53 UTC 7 years ago
A Mortifying Mischief
Don John: I wonder that thou, being (as thou say'st
thou art) born under Saturn, goest about to apply
a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. I can-
not hide what I am. I must be sad when I have
cause, and smile at no man's jests; eat when I have
stomach, and wait for no man's leisure; sleep when
I am drowsy, and tend on no man's business; laugh
when I am merry, and claw no man in his humor.
Act I, Scene III
~
Past The Infinite of Thought
Leonato: By my troth, my lord, I cannot tell you what to
think of it, but that she loves him with an enraged af-
fection, it is past the infinite of thought.
Act II, Scene III
~
Forbid The Sun To Enter
Hero: Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor.
There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio.
Whisper in her ear and tell her, I and Ursley
Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse
Is all of her. Say that thou overheard'st us;
And bit her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honeysuckles, ripened by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter -- like favorites,
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it. There she will hide
her
To listen to our purpose. This is thy office;
Bear the well in it and leave us alone.
Act III, Scene I
July 8 2010, 16:10:11 UTC 7 years ago
July 9 2010, 18:14:35 UTC 7 years ago