Five First Lines and a Last line. - that yellow bastard

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January 30th, 2003

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2003.0130.0102::Five First Lines and a Last line.
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Here's some first lines of favorite books/stories. Extra credit for guessing the works:

Straddling the top of the world, one foot in China and the other in Nepal, I cleared the ice from my oxygen mask, hunched a shoulder against the wind, and stared absently down at the vastness of Tibet.

By my bed, gathering a little dust now, I'm afraid, is a small paperback book. I've kept it there ever since it was published four or five years ago, and it's become one of those things in my apartment that I see every day without seeing anymore.

The order to abandon ship was given at 5 P.M. For most of the men, however, no order was needed because by then everybody knew that the ship was done and that it was time to give up trying to save her.

This is true. Ten years ago, give or take a year, I found myself on an enforced stopover in Los Angeles, a long way from home.

In the hospital of the orphanage--the boys' division at St. Cloud's, Maine--two nurses were in charge of naming the new babies and checking that their little penises were healing from the obligatory circumcision.

The last line, from one of the previously quoted books:

Some said that Sørlle turned away and wept.

Once again, I've somehow stayed up until 2:00 AM. This time I was ego surfing my old posts, and a particularly long thread about how "The Body" just wasn't that great an episode--Joss could have done so much more with it. He painted a portrait of grief, and while the portrait was emotionally moving, he should have filmed an hour-long drama about it.
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