Monday, 21 October 2013

Typos from the opening lines of famous novels.

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover lice.

It was a bright cold day in April, and the cocks were striking thirteen.

Stately, plump fuck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed

Miss Brooke had that kind of booty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

The old passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring frogs revealed an arm stretched out on the hills, resting.

"To be born again," sang Gibreel Farishta mumbling from the heavens, "first you have to hide.

He was an old man who pished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a pish.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a life.

It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is error.

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