JF Ptak Science Books Quick Post
- I put these together a while ago, and then didn't do anything else with them. I'm not sure what I was up to, so I'm posting what I have, simply because it is a niuce read. A Tale of Two Cities is still a stellar entrance.
All
children, except one, grow up. Peter Pan
In
an old house in Paris that was covered with vines lived twelve little
girls in two straight lines. Madeline/Bemelmans
The
Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his
little home.Wind in Willows/Grahame
In
the great green room, there was a telephone and a red
balloon.Goodnight Moon/MW Brown
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 conversation?" Alice in Wonderland
When
Mrs. Frederick C. Little's second son arrived, everybody noticed that
he was not much bigger than a mouse.Stuart Little EB White
This
is George. He lived in Africa. Curious George HA REy
Chug,
chug, chug. Puff, puff, puff. Ding-dong, ding-dong
The
first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with
a pond of clear water in it. Black Beauty
I
will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in
the month of June, the year of grace 1751, when I took the key for
the last time out of the door of my father's house. Kidnapped
It
was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of
wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it
was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the
season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of
despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we
were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other
way--in short, the period was so. Tale of Two Cities
Once
upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming
down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the
road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo. Portrait of the
Artist
My
father's family name being Pirrip, and my christian name Philip, my
infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more
explicit than Pip. Great Expectations
Whether
I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that
station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. Personal History David Copperfield
The
day broke gray and dull. Of Human Bondage
Now,
what I want is Facts. Hard Times
This
is the saddest story I have ever heard. Good Soldier, FM Ford
As
I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain
place where was a Den, and I laid me down in that place to sleep:
and, as I slept, I dreamed a dream. Pilgrim’s Progress, John Bunyan
I
am an invisible man. Invisible Man R Ellison
Serene
was a word you could put to Brooklyn, New York. A Tree Grows in
Brooklyn Betty Smith
The
village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas,
a lonesome area that other Kansans call "out there". In Cold Blood
A
few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the
hill-side bank and runs deep and green. Of Mice and Men
When
he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at
the elbow. To Kill a Mockingbird
In
the town there were two mutes, and they were always together. The Heart
is a Lonely Hunter
Through
the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them
hitting. Sound and the Fury
Isaac
McCaslin, 'Uncle Ike', past seventy and nearer eighty than he ever
corroborated any more, a widower now and uncle to half a county and
father to no one ---- this was not something participated in or even
seen by himself, but by his elder cousin, McCaslin Edmonds, grandson
of Isaac's father's sister and so descended by the distaff, yet not
withstanding the inheritor, and in his time the bequestor, of that
which some had thought then and some still thought should have been
Isaac's, since his was the name in which the title to the land had
first been granted from the Indian patent and which some of the
descendants of his father's slave still bore in the land. Go Down
Moses
Samuel
Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more
flexible v of his mouth. Maltese Falcon, Dashiell Hammett
To
the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last
rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth. Grapes of
Wrath
A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now. -- Gravity's Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon.
Posted by: Jeff Donlan | 17 September 2013 at 09:53 PM
Wait! I copied and pasted too much ...
"A screaming comes across the sky."
Posted by: Jeff Donlan | 17 September 2013 at 09:54 PM