Khamis, 18 Oktober 2018

First Lines: Thomas Pynchon - Vineland


Later than usual one summer morning in 1984, Zoyd Wheeler drifted awake in sunlight through a creeping fig that hung in the window, with a squadron of blue jays stomping around on the roof.
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