"It
was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at
occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind
which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies),
rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of
the lamps that struggled against the darkness. Steeling himself for
battle, Fyandor, the oldest and bravest of the lamps, proclaimed, 'Nay,
foul wind, this will not be the night of our extinguishment!' "
Winner of the
Paul Clifford contest in
2003. The first sentence in this pair of sentences is the first sentence from
Paul Clifford (1830) by
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, whose name has been enshrined as the
annual awful opening lines contest. The second sentence is from some anonymous prankster. Via Iowa Andy.
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