EVERYTHING IDOL | Qualifying Round, Heat 38
Friends and chocolate move on to Round 2. See the complete list of winners and losers so far
here. Don't forget to vote in
Heat 37 too.
The next four contestants, please:
1. The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot |
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
2. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
And I had done an hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averr'd, I had kill'd the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!
Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
The glorious Sun uprist:
Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the bird
That brought the fog and mist.
'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.
3. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald | "For a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder." - Nick Carraway
4. Your favorite Ernest Hemingway book | I've only read
In Our Time and
The Sun Also Rises, so I'll let you decide which of Papa's books you want to vote for. But here's a favorite passage from
In Our Time anyway:
"Nick stood up on the log, holding his rod, the landing net hanging heavy, then stepped into the water and splashed ashore. He climbed the bank and cut up into the woods, toward the high ground. He was going back to camp. He looked back. The river just showed through the trees. There were plenty of days coming when he could fish the swamp."
Polls close Monday, December 20 at midnight.
