New additions to the First Lines and Last Lines quizzes:
Call me Ishmael.
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, from Puget Sound to San Diego.
Last summer I happened to be crossing the plains of Iowa in a season of intense heat, and it was my good fortune to have for a traveling companion James Quayle Burden–Jim Burden, as we still call him in the West.
The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting.
He loved Big Brother.
At that, as if it had been the signal he waited for, Newland Archer got up slowly and walked back alone to his hotel.
Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.
It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan.