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Thread #136957   Message #3131642
Posted By: Joe_F
08-Apr-11 - 09:15 PM
Thread Name: BS: Books - Best Opening Lines Ever
Subject: RE: BS: Books - Best Opening Lines Ever
A six-foot-tall, yellow-haired whore from Mississippi was the most successful revolutionary of the Second War.

What was the connection between the gutting of the Ministry of Education and the attempt on the life of the Chairman of the T.U.C.?

The young man walks fast by himself through the crowd that thins into the night streets; feet are tired from hours of walking; eyes greedy for warm curve of faces, answering flicker of eyes, the set of a head, the lift of a shoulder, the way hands spread and clench; blood tingles with wants; mind is a beehive of hopes buzzing and singing; muscles ache for the knowledge of jobs, for the roadmender's pick and shovel work, the fisherman's knack with the hook when he hauls on the slithery net from the rail of the lurching trawler, the swing of the bridgeman's arm as he slings down the whitehot rivet, the engineer's slow grip wise on the throttle, the dirtfarmer's use of his whole body when whoaing the mules, he yanks the plow from the furrow.

Among diverse theories of conflict -- corresponding to the diverse meanings of the word "conflict" -- a main dividing line is between those that treat conflict as a pathological state and seek its causes and treatment, and those that take conflict for granted and study the behavior associated with it.

I have never seen Francis Crick in a modest mood.

"All right. He's dead. Go ahead and talk to him."

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?"