page*crawl - v. 1.2

Let's do another page*crawl, shall we?  Very different books, and wildly different from each other.  From pages 37...

suffering from apoplexy / he was intellectually aware of what was happening / slap the pucks and sausage / massage on brain stem and diffuse / the skies were widening and there were no lakes or clumps of forest / mired in the slough of despond / smoke rising out of the chimneys and drifting across the corrugated tin roofs / thinking it silly to be sitting on the floor with luxury so close by / the doctor buckled me in and turned up the juice / I’m really very disciplined / seize the end to a standing part