What Ho, Artillery!

[This sounds like fun (via George)...]

[De rigueur 23rd page, fifth sentence post.]

[1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence on your blog.]

"He had one of those highish tenors, and his yowls seemed to screech over my head like shells."

[-Bertie Wooster on the Right Hon. Roderick Glossop, who is rather understandably alarmed at being stuck on the roof of a folly on an island in the middle of a lake on a 1930s English country estate in a downpour while being threatened by an ill-tempered swan in P.G. Wodehouse's Very Good, Jeeves, my comfort food today.]

[Funny, it took me a minute to get the simile; how can a seashell screech? Oh, of course...Bertie (and Wodehouse) would've known about shells from World War I...]

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