Great Novels' First Lines

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It was a bright, cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen.
Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tidewater dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair...
It was Wang Lung's marriage day.
'What's it going to be then, eh?' There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar...
A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green.
In the year 1815 Monseigneur Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of Digne.
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish.
In Westphalia, in the castle of My Lord the Baron of Thunder-ten-tronckh, there was a young man whom nature had endowed with the gentlest of characters.
The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting.
When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.
Halfway down a bystreet of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, facing towards various points of the compass...
A squat grey building of only thirty-four stories. Over the main entrance the words, Central London Hatchery and Conditioning Centre, and, in a shield, the World State's motto...
The scene of this chronicle is the town of Dawson's Landing, on the Missouri side of the Mississippi, half a day's journey, per steamboat, below St. Louis.
Alexey Fyodorovitch Karamazov was the third son of Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov, a landowner well known in our district in his own day, and still remembered among us...
A merry little surge of electricity piped by automatic alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened Rick Deckard.
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The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
I see in Lunaya Pravda that Luna City Council has passed on first reading a bill to examine, license, inspect - and tax - public food vendors operating inside municipal pressure.
Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine, in a well-furnished dining parlor, in the town of P---, in Kentucky.
Jewel and I come up from the field, following the path in single file.
1801 - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country!
Call me Ishmael.
All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true.
It was love at first sight.
No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal...
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied...
It was a pleasure to burn.
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
Who is John Galt?
One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be blown away.

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