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I can stop anytime I want.
ETA 7/19: As it has been widely pointed out that this meme is a) horribly exclusionary to everyone but white males and b) being used to advertise a vanity press I'd rather not be associated with, I have killed the links in the badge below. I certainly should have spotted what was missing from the available results after surveying so many of them, and I regret that I did not until it was pointed out to me.
...Sometimes. I got James Joyce when I pasted in a few paragraphs of With the Dying and from Daniel's POV in Return and from Charlie's POV in All Apologies.
On the other hand, Teal'c's POV in "Return" got me Vladimir Nabokov, Jack's got me Stephen King (as did The Box Below and Passing and A Little Mental Yoga and In the Closet). Sam got me Dan Brown (as did Don's POV in "All Apologies", Maybe Sprout Wings and Signals That Sound in the Dark).
As You Tap on Your Glass: Leo Tolstoy.
This Flesh and Bone: Jane Austen.
The Season of Grace: Oscar Wilde.
Now 'Tis Buried Deep: James Fenimore Cooper.
Enough: (Inexfuckingplicably) HP Lovecraft.
An Impossible Thing Before Breakfast: JK Rowling.
Make a Beginning: Chuck Palahniuk.
Dulce Est: Arthur Conan Doyle.
Sing About Tragedy: Margaret Atwood.
This Is Growing Up: Isaac Asimov.
The Job: Robert Louis Stevenson.
Pulling the Thorn, National Pastime, and The One You're With, in freakish unanimity: Douglas Adams.
This Is the Way the World Ends: George Orwell.
...Seriously I can stop anytime I want. I'm stopping right now.
...Sometimes. I got James Joyce when I pasted in a few paragraphs of With the Dying and from Daniel's POV in Return and from Charlie's POV in All Apologies.
On the other hand, Teal'c's POV in "Return" got me Vladimir Nabokov, Jack's got me Stephen King (as did The Box Below and Passing and A Little Mental Yoga and In the Closet). Sam got me Dan Brown (as did Don's POV in "All Apologies", Maybe Sprout Wings and Signals That Sound in the Dark).
As You Tap on Your Glass: Leo Tolstoy.
This Flesh and Bone: Jane Austen.
The Season of Grace: Oscar Wilde.
Now 'Tis Buried Deep: James Fenimore Cooper.
Enough: (Inexfuckingplicably) HP Lovecraft.
An Impossible Thing Before Breakfast: JK Rowling.
Make a Beginning: Chuck Palahniuk.
Dulce Est: Arthur Conan Doyle.
Sing About Tragedy: Margaret Atwood.
This Is Growing Up: Isaac Asimov.
The Job: Robert Louis Stevenson.
Pulling the Thorn, National Pastime, and The One You're With, in freakish unanimity: Douglas Adams.
This Is the Way the World Ends: George Orwell.
...Seriously I can stop anytime I want. I'm stopping right now.