Ten last lines:
- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past
- Hey, I'm not wearing underwear
- I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
- "Well, I'm back," he said.
- 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all / Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'
- Well, nobody's perfect.
- The oldest hath borne most: we that are young shall never see so much, nor live so long.
- Someday I'm gonna make her mine.
- Hail to the king, baby.
- Eh bien, continuons...
Today's list was taken from my own entry to the Reader Request Month poll. I didn't answer the poll with the intent of using my own suggestion, but I'd been thinking about doing a list like this one for some time, and the subject carries a certain thematic resonance, since this is the last list based on one of my own ideas for the next forty days or so. (Or longer! Today, August 31, is your last chance to put in your requests! Don't hesitate!)
Originally I was going to post the names of the works from which these last lines were drawn, but what's the fun of that? If you think you can identify the source of any of the lines above, post your answer in a comment. I'll post the answers next week.