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Great Openings: Edgar Allan Poe Edition

The First Sentences to 10 Classic Poe Short Stories and One Poem







The Murders in the Rue Morgue


“The mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis.”


The Purloined Letter

“At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18__, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of mediation and meerschaum, in company with my friend, C. Auguste Dupin, in his little black library, or book-closet, au troisieme, No. 33 Rue Dunot, Faubourg St. Germain.”


The Black Cat

“For the most wild yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief.”


The Fall of the House of Usher

“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.”


The Pit and the Pendulum

“I was sick—sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me.”


The Masque of the Red Death

“The ‘Red Death’ had long devastated the country.”


The Cask of Amontillado


“The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could; but when he ventured upon the insult, I vowed revenge.”


The Tell-Tale Heart


“True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?”


Manuscript Found in a Bottle

“Of my country and of my family I have little to say.”


A Descent into the Maelstrom

“We had now reached the summit of the loftiest crag.”


The Raven

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,/ Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—/ While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,/ As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.”


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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Great Openings

The First Sentences of 12 Classics of Literature


Oliver Twist

By Charles Dickens

“Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be
prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name,
there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a
workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not
trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to
the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality
whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter.”


Pride and Prejudice

By Jane Austen

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”


The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

By Mark Twain

“You don’t know about me, without you have read a book by the name of “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer,” but that ain’t no matter.”


Jane Eyre

By Charlotte Bronte

“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.”


For Whom the Bell Tolls

By Ernest Hemingway

“He lay on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and the high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees.”


The Scarlett Letter

By Nathaniel Hawthorne

“A throng of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and grey steeple-crowned
hats, inter-mixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded,
was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily
timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.”

Portrait of a Lady
By Henry James
“Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than
the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Ethan Frome
By Edith Wharton
“I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in
such cases, each time it was a different story.”

Heart of Darkness
By Joseph Conrad
“The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails,
and was at rest.”
 

Of Human Bondage

By W. Somerset Maugham

“The day broke gray and dull.”
 
Light in August
By William Faulkner
“Sitting beside the road, watching the wagon mount the hill toward her, Lena thinks,
‘I have come from Alabama: a fur piece.’”


I, Claudius

By Robert Graves

“Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus This-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as "Claudius the Idiot", or "That Claudius", or "Claudius the Stammere", or "Clau-Clau-Claudius" or at best as "Poor Uncle Claudius", am now about to write this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest childhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight years ago, at the age of fifty-one, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the "golden predicament" from which I have never since become disentangled.”


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