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A surging, seething, murmuring crowd, of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures...
The Scarlet Pimpernel by Countess Orczy
Opening lines - George Orwell, 1984
I often dream about the Dolphin Hotel. In these dreams, I'm there, implicated in some kind of ongoing circumstance. All indications are that I belong to this dream continuity.
Dance Dance Dance by Haruki Murakami (1994)
People said that there was a new arrival on the Promenade: a lady with a little dog.
"The Lady with the Little Dog" by Anton Chekhov
Sure I stole.
"Confessions of a Burglar" by Woody Allen, from Side Effects (1975)
A merry little surge of electricity piped by automatic alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened Rick Deckard.
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick (1968)
This is a tale of a meeting of two lonesome, skinny, fairly old white men on a planet which was dying fast.
Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut (1973)
Here's how it started.
Journey to the End of Night by Louis-Ferdinand Céline (1934)
ESTRAGON: Nothing to be done.
Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett (1953)
The sky had been covered with rain clouds since early morning; it was calm, not hot and oppressive as it is on grey overcast days when clouds have been hanging over the fields for a long time and you wait for rain but it does not come.
"Gooseberries" by Anton Chekhov (1898)
It looked like a good thing; but what till I tell you.
"The Ransom of Red Chief" by O. Henry (1910)
Evening twilight.
"Heartache" by Anton Chekhov
I am a ridiculous man.
"The Dream of a Ridiculous Man: A Fantastic Story" by Fyodor Dostoevsky (1877)
Then there was the bad weather. It would come in one day when the fall was over.
A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway (1964)
It was a glorious July day, one of those days which only come after many days of fine weather.
"Bezhin Meadow" by Ivan Tugenev (1852)
Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge.
The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood (2000)
The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (1890)