The opening lines of two novels by Edward George Earle Bulwer-Lytton: "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 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." From 'Patal Clifford' (1830) "Ho, Diomed, well met! Do you sup with Glaucus tonight?" said a young man of small stature, who wore his tunic in those loose and effeminate folds which proved him to be a gentleman and a coxcomb." From 'The Last Days of Pompeii' (1834) Today he is commemorated in the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, held every year in the United States. The aim is to write the worst possible opening sentence for an imaginary novel -- and the following entries were awfully successful: "The camel died quite suddenly on the second day, and Selena fretted sulkily and, buffing her already impeccable nails -- not for the first time since the journey began -- pondered snidely if this would dissolve into a vignette of minor inconveniences like all the other holidays spent with Basil." "He was a Portuguese who had never fished and she was a Chinese who couldn't cook rice; he had enough hair on his chest to make a coat for a very small Hungarian and the way she kissed it made him wonder why." "Plgnthgr had hidden his mtskrthkl in the mothchenth, and now he had taken the beautiful and magical Mekthkn and her infant Trmyljp there, too, and they all trembled as they heard the fearful chtlems of the invading Hrnewrs just above." Quoted in an EPSON advert. Appeared on our local bulletin board (GROGGS) in August. {ed The full collection is available in the "It was a dark and stormy night" books, which are published each year with the competitions results.}
(From the "Rest" of RHF)