For me it's "Who is John Galt?"
For me it's "Who is John Galt?"
"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice."
Round Table Knight wrote:
For me it's "Who is John Galt?"
no that book's entire philosophy is overly simplistic and generalizes morality.
"It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times."
Round Table Knight wrote:
For me it's "Who is John Galt?"
Please explain why that is the best opening line of any novel.
"There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening."
Yarbles wrote:
"There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening."
this
It was a dark and stormy night.
call me ishmael....
"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again"
The Monkey's Paw wrote:
It was a dark and stormy night.
You are cutting it off. The full line for its true impact:
"It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness."
How about-
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."
Once upon a time...
"If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth."
•"It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York."
Bar Fly wrote:
The Monkey's Paw wrote:It was a dark and stormy night.
You are cutting it off. The full line for its true impact:
"It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness."
Your cite is the first usage but
My cite was from the WWJacobs novel and that correctly is just
It was a dark and stormy night.
Once upon a time when the world was young there was a Martian named Smith.
"A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment."
Particularly impressive when you remember that he wrote it with a live stadium audience watching him.
"When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only."-Walden
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
The night joggers were out as usual.