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  • Rejected Novel First Sentences
    Saturday September 20th 2008, 1:56 am
    Filed under: Bibliphilia

    * It was a cold bright day in April and all the clocks were striking eleven-thirty.

    * Call me Mike.

    * It was an okay time.

    * In the beginning, God created Yahtzee.

    * Happy families are all alike; unhappy families are also alike.

    * Howard Roark picked his nose.

    * Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressing gown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:
    —- Fuck this fucking shit.




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