![[challenge entry]](/images/board_posticon_c.gif "Challenge Entry: 80s editions of classic books"){kind=small}
.
From the 80s editions of classic books challenge. See all 92 entries (closed)
(
monkeon schmonkeon,
Thu 14 May 2020, 22:17,
archived)
excerptmechanically, weary after a dull day with the prospect of a depressing morrow, I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the roll. No sooner had the warm liquid, and the crumbs with it, touched my palate than a shudder ran through my whole body, and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary changes that were taking place. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, but individual, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory this new sensation having had on me the effect which love has of filling me with a precious essence; or rather this essence was not in me, it was myself. I had ceased now to feel mediocre, accidental, mortal. Whence could it have come to me, this all-powerful joy? Bread? Garlic bread?
(,
Thu 14 May 2020, 22:43,
archived)
I prefer his pulp fiction, if I'm honest.
(
Jabberwoc misses D.R. and Quinch,
Fri 15 May 2020, 9:52,
archived)
ha!
cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations,
Thu 14 May 2020, 23:21,
archived)
Brilliant
(
Cassius Kray floats like a butterfly, stings like a trout,
Fri 15 May 2020, 12:05,
archived)