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petermorwood: striges13: thestirge: infiniteprobabilities: mrsdorn: fourtygay: iamat0m: sonoffenris: dukeofbookingham: elucubrare: holyfiremolotov: pleasecallmesurely: cosetteskywalker: lottiethroughthelookingglass: sunshine-and-the-catsuit: sophygurl: maradyeries: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. And then the murders began. Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. And then the murders began. In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And then the murders began. The phantom of the opera did exist. And then the murders begun. Maman died today. And then the murders began.  It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. And then the murders began. In 1815 Monsieur Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of Digne. And then the murders began. Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab orisItaliam, fato profugus, Laviniaque venitlitora, multum ille et terris iactatus et altovi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram;multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem,              inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latinum,Albanique patres, atque altae moenia Romae.Deinde homicidia coeperunt.  When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton. And then the murders began. I was there the day Horus slew the Emperor. And then the murders began. Call me Ishmael. And then the murders began. Whan that aprill with his shoures sooteThe droghte of march hath perced to the roote,And bathed every veyne in swich licourOf which vertu engendred is the flour;Whan zephirus eek with his sweete breethInspired hath in every holt and heethTendre croppes, and the yonge sonneHath in the ram his halve cours yronne,And smale foweles maken melodye,That slepen al the nyght with open ye(so priketh hem nature in hir corages);Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;And specially from every shires endeOf engelond to caunterbury they wende,The hooly blisful martir for to seke,That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.And thanne hath the morders begonne.     The problem is some is these are spot on. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. And then the murders began. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way — in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. And then the murders began. I’d have enjoyed A Tale of Two Cities a lot more in high school if it started this way. This is fun - also enlightening as to how long some opening sentences can become before they hit the Full Stop / Period. Internal sentences can be much worse. I’m looking at you Jimmy Joyce you and yer “Ulysses” chapter 18 in just two sentences with the first of them 11,277 words and the second of them 12,906 words and you ya stingy bugger with just two full stops to break the flow among the lot of them and nothing else not a semicolon not even a comma could ya not have sent out for a wee box of selected highquality punctuation marks and sprinkled them like salt here and there? :-> Here are some more examples, not all of them books. There’s this:“I believe in America.” And then the murders began.And this: All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. And then the murders began.There’s this:On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays it was Court Hand and Summulae Logicales, while the rest of the week it was the Organon, Repetition and Astrology. And then the murders began.Then there’s this:Well, if you really want to know how it was I came to be chained to an oak tree, half-way up in the middle of nowhere, with wolves trying to eat me out of it, I’ll tell you. And then the murders began.And there’s this - okay, not the first line, and I tweaked for scansion, but still: FIRST WITCH When shall we three meet again?In thunder, lightning, or in rain?SECOND WITCH When the hurly-burly’s done,When the battle’s lost and won.THIRD WITCH That will be ere the set of sun. And so the murders have begun.And finally this:Quid sumptus est illius canicula in fenestra Quod unum cum cauda moverere Quid sumptus est illius canicula in fenestra Spero autem quod canicula venale! Et tunc coeperunt homicidiae. It was the day my grandmother exploded. And then the murders began. -- source link

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