>I, who have been, or will be, Nicholas Crabbe of Crabs Herborough in the duchy of Kent—and who am Odysseys son of Laertes, an immortal and sometime inhabitant of olympian palaces—but now known as King Balthazar of Moxoene which will be called (or which was once called) in the time whence I came (or in the time to which I yet shall come) Van in Armenia—I swear, by my honour and by my faith as a king who never has built altars to Roma and Julius (like the Ephesians and Nikaians) or to Rome and Augustus (like Bithynia and Asia), that the things which I here cause to be written, and write, are true.
Not OP here, but if you can't think of five off the top of your head you're not a reader. Here's a dozen at random anyway.
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
— Middlemarch
Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
— Emma
I Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus This-that-and-the~other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as “Claudius the Idiot”, or “That Claudius”, or “Claudius the Stammerer”, or “Clau-Clau-Claudius” or at best as “Poor Uncle Claudius”, am now about to write this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest childhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight years ago, at the age of fifty-one, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the “golden predicament” from which I have never since become disentangled.
— I, Claudius
When Farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun.
— Far From The Madding Crowd
Will Graham sat Crawford down at a picnic table between the house and the ocean and gave him a glass of iced tea.
— Red Dragon
Samuel Spade’s jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth.
— The Maltese Falcon
Corporal Carrot, Ankh-Morpork City Guard (Night Watch), sat down in his nightshirt, took up his pencil, sucked the end for a moment, and then wrote:
“Dearest Mume and Dad,
Well here is another fine Turnup for the Books, for I have been made Corporal!! ... ”
— Men At Arms
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do; once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversations?”
— Alice In Wonderland
My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip.
— Great Expectations
Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of theirfather's house in Beldover, working and talking.
— Women In Love
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
— Mrs Dalloway
There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.
— The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader
>dust cover reveals the ending
hate when this happens, even preface and prologues I don't care if it's a literary classic
>title alludes to the content
call me queequeq
>opening image of homosexual OP’s thread contains tr/a/nime
Examples?
"OP is a homosexual."
-from My Diary tbh
>I, who have been, or will be, Nicholas Crabbe of Crabs Herborough in the duchy of Kent—and who am Odysseys son of Laertes, an immortal and sometime inhabitant of olympian palaces—but now known as King Balthazar of Moxoene which will be called (or which was once called) in the time whence I came (or in the time to which I yet shall come) Van in Armenia—I swear, by my honour and by my faith as a king who never has built altars to Roma and Julius (like the Ephesians and Nikaians) or to Rome and Augustus (like Bithynia and Asia), that the things which I here cause to be written, and write, are true.
>complaint thread isn’t a fricking frog for once!
>complaint thread isn’t a frog
Frogs are so 2007 - 2016
name 5 with this
Not OP here, but if you can't think of five off the top of your head you're not a reader. Here's a dozen at random anyway.
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
— Middlemarch
Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.
— Emma
I Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus This-that-and-the~other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as “Claudius the Idiot”, or “That Claudius”, or “Claudius the Stammerer”, or “Clau-Clau-Claudius” or at best as “Poor Uncle Claudius”, am now about to write this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest childhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight years ago, at the age of fifty-one, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the “golden predicament” from which I have never since become disentangled.
— I, Claudius
When Farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun.
— Far From The Madding Crowd
Will Graham sat Crawford down at a picnic table between the house and the ocean and gave him a glass of iced tea.
— Red Dragon
Samuel Spade’s jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth.
— The Maltese Falcon
Corporal Carrot, Ankh-Morpork City Guard (Night Watch), sat down in his nightshirt, took up his pencil, sucked the end for a moment, and then wrote:
“Dearest Mume and Dad,
Well here is another fine Turnup for the Books, for I have been made Corporal!! ... ”
— Men At Arms
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do; once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversations?”
— Alice In Wonderland
My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip.
— Great Expectations
Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of theirfather's house in Beldover, working and talking.
— Women In Love
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
— Mrs Dalloway
There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.
— The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader
>None of the novel contains the main character's name
>opening line is one word
>the main character's last name
WROTH, sing oh muses of Achilles' son of Peleus.
Is mentioning their first name okay if it's a short story?
He was a coureur de bois, one who runs in the woods, and where he came from, no one knew.