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Originally Posted by Steve Jordan
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Gotta love openings like that!)
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As a quick aside, against Dr. Drib's intentions, the following are my favourite first sentences to any book, ever (or, at least, thus far):
"We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like, "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive . . ."And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about 100 miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"
Then it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. "What the hell are you yelling about," he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish sunglasses. "Never mind," I said. "It's your turn to drive." I hit the brakes and aimed the Great Red Shark toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough."
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Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Hunter S. Thompson)
Why his prose feels to me so much like poetry, I don't know, but, good gods (and very, very bad ones too), I love that man's writing.
Cheers,
Marc