It has to be, doesn't it?Korkki wrote:"It was a dark and stormy night."
Paul Clifford by Edward Bulwer-Lytton
My vote goes to one of my all-time favorite books:
But it has always been the last line that gets me every time:In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains.
A Farewell To Arms, Ernest HemmingwayAfter a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.