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Nephi
Nephi

May-18-2006 20:46

...."It was a cool day and very clear. You could see a long way --
but not as far as Velma had gone."....from Farewell, My Lovely
by Raymond Chandler...

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Lady Emerald Devon
Lady Emerald Devon
Nomad

May-19-2006 05:49

What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped to create ... a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody — or at least some force — is tending that Light at the end of the tunnel.

Reading the front page made me feel a lot better. Against that heinous background, my crimes were pale and meaningless. I was a relatively respectable citizen — a multiple felon, perhaps, but certainly not dangerous. And when the Great Scorer came to write against my name, that would surely make a difference. Or would it? I turned to the sports page and saw a small item about Muhammad Ali; his case was before the Supreme Court, the final appeal. He'd been sentenced to five years in prison for refusing to kill "slopes." "I ain't got nothin' against them Viet Congs," he said. Five years. Suddenly I felt guilty again.

Hunter S Thompson -Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

BadAss
BadAss
Charioteer

May-19-2006 19:22

"You may call me Ismail..."


H. Melville - Moby Dick

Roxy Rosenthal
Roxy Rosenthal

May-20-2006 18:44


"It was a dark and stormy night ..."
-- Snoopy


"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."

--Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830)


"When Detective Riggs was called to investigate the theft of a trainload of Native American fish broth concentrate bound for market, he solved the case almost immediately, being that the trail of clues led straight to the trainmaster, who had both the locomotive and the Hopi tuna tea."
- Mitsy Rae Danbury, NE (runner-up at the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest)



crunchpatty
crunchpatty
Old Shoe

May-21-2006 01:35

Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!

('Alex' on Beethoven's 9th from 'A Clockwork Orange')

BadAss
BadAss
Charioteer

May-22-2006 15:49

'Is he a ghoul or a vampire?' I mused. I had read of such hideous incarnate demons. And then I set myself to reflect how I had tended him in infancy, and watched him grow to youth, and followed him almost through his whole course; and what absurd nonsense it was to yield to that sense of horror. 'But where did he come from, the little dark thing, harboured by a good man to his bane?' muttered Superstition, as I dozed into unconsciousness. And I began, half dreaming, to weary myself with imagining some fit parentage for him; and, repeating my waking meditations, I tracked his existence over again, with grim variations; at last, picturing his death and funeral: of which, all I can remember is, being exceedingly vexed at having the task of dictating an inscription for his monument, and consulting the sexton about it; and, as he had no surname, and we could not tell his age, we were obliged to content ourselves with the single word, 'Heathcliff.' That came true: we were. If you enter the kirkyard, you'll read, on his headstone, only that, and the date of his death.


E. Brontë - The Wuthering Heights

Joe Rock
Joe Rock

May-22-2006 23:28

It was left to Broody Mary to inform the household of the stranger's visit.
Shortly after six the next morning, she tapped at the door of Lance's room, entered and closed the door behind her.
"Don't you dare git out of bed," she said in a low voice. "No, neither of you, not till I'm gone! But yu two get dressed quick's ever you can an' come take take corpse out of my kitchen!"

Phoebe Atwood Taylor- DEATHBLOW HILL

crunchpatty
crunchpatty
Old Shoe

Aug-25-2006 02:01

*Bump*

I figure we have enough newish, brilliant literate people since the last post to make this bumpworthy. Plus, I just saw this film called something like 'Bullet to the brain', based on a short story by one Tobias Wolffe, which had some of the best writing I've ever heard.

I'll mangle this because I can't find the text:

The bullet left Anders' brain, trailing behind it its comet tail of memory"

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