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Christmas Eve, 1955, Benny Profane, wearing black levis, suede jacket, sneakers and a big cowboy hat, happened to pass throughNorfolk, Virginia.

--Thomas Pynchon, V.
 
There was a scream, and then the loud roar of fire enveloping silken hangings, then a mounting crescendo of shouts of panic that spread and spread from one tent to another as the flames ran too, leaping from one silk standard to another, running up guy ropes and bursting through muslim doors.

The Constant Princess -- Philippa Gregory.
 
Billy O'Shannessy woke to the raucous laughter of two kookaburras seated on top of adjacent telegraph poles.

Matthew Flinders' Cat by Bryce Courtenay
 
' Asgeir Gunnarson farmed at Gunnar's Steead near Undir Hofdi church in Austfjord.' -

The Greenlanders, by Jane Smiley
 
Day of portents, day when the skin crawls suddenly, day of soundless thunder enough to deafen you, the day when Caesar's statue in the forum begins to bleed mysteriously.

A Secret History of Time to Come: Robie Macauley.
 
Gliding through the blackness of deep space, the Imperial Star Destroyer Chimaera pointed its mighty arrowhead shape toward the dim star if its target system, three thousandths of a light-year away.

The Last Command-Timothy Zahn
 
Ira Ringold's older brother, Murray, was my first high school English teacher, and it was through him that I hooked up with Ira.

- Philip Roth, I Married A Communist.
 
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.

THe Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
 
Imco Vaca was a slim figure, barely sixteen, with a sparse beard and lips that some joked had a feminine pout.

The Pride of Carthage -- David Anthony Durham
 
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they decided to execute the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.


The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath.
 
"Vor lauter Leichen konnte Stryke den Boden nicht mehr sehen."

in english:

"Stryke couldn't see the ground because of the corpses."

Stan Nicholls - Die Orks
 
Three weeks after Granny Blakeslee died, Grandpa came over to our house for his early morning snort of whiskey, as usual, and said to me, " Will Tweedy? Go find yore mama, then run up to yore Aunt Loma's and tell her I said git down here." -Cold Sassy Tree, by Olive Ann Burns
 
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