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Literature test. (come on guys and girls, how well read are you?)
The following is the first line from which (very) famous book.........
"If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth."
The Catcher in the Rye.
Salinger.
'In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.'
Anyone?
Quote:
Originally Posted by strangeirish
Roy Keane's autobiography.
But seriously, is it a novel?
Ha Ha Ha...........Quote:
Originally Posted by osarusan
It's a play.
Thats what I thought too.Quote:
Originally Posted by osarusan
The Merchant of Venice i believe
Yep, that's it.Quote:
Originally Posted by beautifulrock
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a
bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow
dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild
morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:
-- Introibo ad altare Dei.
????
Oh, which Joyce novel is it................
Ulysses.
"The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon."
Lord of the Rings.Quote:
Originally Posted by osarusan
Edit: I meant Lord of the Flies.
****** *******awoke slowly.
A telephone was ringing in the darkness-a tinny, unfamiliar ring. He fumbled for the bedside lamp and turned it on. Squinting at his surroundings he saw a plush Renaissance bedroom with Louis XVI furniture, hand-frescoed walls, and a colossal mahogany four-poster bed.
Where the hell am I?
And possibly the greatest first line of any novel..............
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
Havent the foggiest idea.Quote:
Originally Posted by Block G Raptor
I'll leave it for a while to see if anyone else gets it. then I'll start leaving clues hidden in my paintings (Which you'll have to buy from me to get ha ha ha )
Reading an over-rated book called the Da Vinci Code perhaps?Quote:
Originally Posted by Block G Raptor
Oddly I just finished re-reading that novel last night, it's George Orwell's 1984. I swear that book gets more and more disturbing as the decades go onQuote:
Originally Posted by osarusan
Alright here's one from the greatest author of all time
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive...” And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats
I was just a kid who wanted to play football but got a lot more than I fcuking planned for when the dream came through
Da Vinci Code??!! Glad I didnt recognise it!!Quote:
Originally Posted by jebus
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas??Quote:
Originally Posted by jebus
Fear and Loathing is correct, not a clue what your one is though!
100 years of solitude.Quote:
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.
Sounds like Robbie Fowler's effort- My Life (?) My Autobiography...or some such.Quote:
Originally Posted by Block G Raptor
basically how he nearly won everything except for bad luck and Houllier.
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.