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| . . . And Ladies of the Club | Helen Hooven Santmyer | The Waynesboro Female College in the eighteen fifties and sixties was a fitting subject, along with the Court House, the churches, the "gentlemen's mansions," for a steel engraving of the sort then fashionable,-- | Buy | |
| 10,000 a Year | Samuel Warren | About ten o'clock one Sunday morning, the dazzling sunbeams irradiating a dismal back attic in one of the courts adjoining Oxford Street, London, at length awoke a young man lying in bed. | Buy | |
| 101 Dalmations | Dodie Smith | Not long ago, there lived in London a young married couple of Dalmatian dogs named Pongo and Misses Pongo. | Buy | |
| 1876 | Gore Vidal | "That is New York." I pointed to the waterfront just ahead as if the city were mine. | Buy | |
| 1919 | John Roderigo Dos Passos | Oh the infantree the infantree With the dirt behind their ears ARMIES CLASH AT VERDUN IN GLOBE'S GREATEST BATTLE 150,000 MEN AND WOMEN IN PARADE but another question and a very important one is raised. | Buy | |
| 1984 | George Orwell | It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. | Buy | |
| 2000 Kisses | Christina Skye | Some things were almost as good as sex. | Buy | |
| 2001: A Space Odyssey | Arthur C Clarke | The drought had lasted now for ten million years, and the reign of the terrible lizards had long since ended. Here on the Equator, in the continent which would one day be known as Africa, the battle for existence had reached a new climax of ferocity, and the victor was not yet in sight. | Buy | |
| 2010: Odyssey Two | Arthur C Clarke | Even in this metric age, it was still the thousand-foot telescope, not the three-hundred-meter one. | Buy | |
| 24 Hours | Louis Bromfield | Dinner was finished at last and old Hector Champion sat like Lucullus, white and bloated, fingering a tall crystal Burgundy glass and surveying the beautiful table. | Buy | |
| 54-40 or Fight | Emerson Hough | "Then you offer me no hope, Doctor?" | Buy | |
| Rip Van Winkle [1819], (from The Sketch Book | Washington Irving | [The following Tale was found among the papers of the late Diedrich Knickerbocker, an old gentleman of New York, who was curious in the Dutch history of the province, and the manners of the descendants from its primitive settlers. His historical researches, however, did not lie so much among books as among men; for the former are lamentably scanty on his favorite topics; whereas he found the old burghers, and still more their wives, rich in that legendary lore, so invaluable to true history. . . .] | Buy | |
| Rough Translations [1985], Old Souls | Molly Giles | A fortune-teller told my sister Ellen she would never live to be twenty-nine. | Buy | |
| Rough Translations [1985], Pie Dance | Molly Giles | I don't know what to do about my husband's new wife. | Buy | |
| The Star Rover [1914] (ch. 1), (also titled The Jacket | Jack London | All my life I have had an awareness of other times and places. I have been aware of other persons in me. Oh, and trust me, so have you, my reader that is to be. Read back into your childhood, and this sense of awareness I speak of will be remembered as an experience of childhood. You were then not fixed, not crystallized. You were plastic, a soul in flux, a consciousness and an identity in the process of forming--ay, of forming and forgetting. | Buy | |
| The Stranger [1942], (also titled L'Etranger | Albert Camus | Mother died today. Or perhaps it was yesterday, I don't know. [Fr., Aujourd' hui, maman est morte. Ou peut-etre hier, je ne sais pas.] | Buy | |
| The Talisman [1825], part of Tales of the Crusaders | Walter Dill Scott | The burning sun of the Syria had not yet attained its highest point in the horizon, when a knight of the Red Cross, who had left his distant northern home and joined the host of the Crusaders in Palestine, was pacing slowly along the sandy deserts which lie in the vicinity of the Dead Sea, or, as it is called the Lake Asphaltites, where the waves of the Jordan pour themselves into an inland sea, from which there is no discharge of waters. | Buy |