[bksvol-discuss] My favorite Bulwer-Lytton sentence
- From: Carrie Karnos <ckarnos@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: Bookshare Vol Group <bksvol-discuss@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sat, 4 Jul 2009 19:22:39 -0700 (PDT)
About halfway through this sentence, I start screaming, "Make it stop! Make it
stop!" For me, this is THE worst opening line ever:
She wasn't really my type, a hard-looking but untalented
reporter from the local cat box liner, but the first second that the
third-rate representative of the fourth estate cracked open a new fifth
of old Scotch, my sixth sense said seventh heaven was as close as an
eighth note from Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, so, nervous as a tenth
grader drowning in eleventh-hour cramming for a physics exam, I swept
her into my longing arms, and, humming "The Twelfth of Never," I got
lucky on Friday the thirteenth.
--Wm. W. "Buddy" Ocheltree, Port Townsend, Washington (1993 Winner)See what I
mean??
Carrie
Other related posts:
