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?’
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
James Joyce, Ulysses
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I’m in love with just this first sentence. Can’t wait to conquer Ulysses soon.
I just finished Gone Girl and I don’t think I’ve ever been this pissed off by a book before. Seriously. I’m losing precious amounts of sleep here just fuming about it.My only comfort is knowing Fincher is going to create a damn fantastic movie out of this mindfuck.