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"I was the shadow of the waxwing slain / By the false azure in the windowpane.Pale Fire, a poem in heroic couplets, of nine hundred ninety-nine lines, divided into four cantos, was composed by John..."
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"Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed."
Overall Rank: 83
"A screaming comes across the sky."
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"Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting."
Overall Rank: 71
"I am in my mother's room."
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"Once an angry man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard."
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"I was working the hole with the Sailor and we did not bad fifteen cents on average night boosting the afternoons and short timing the dawn we made out from the land of the free but I was running..."
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"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palette to tap, at three, on the teeth."
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"riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs."