It's still way too hot. I'm avoiding homework. Hence, the conditions are perfect for starting up a meme. I'd been thinking about literary last lines, and started pulling books off the shelves and scribbling down my favorite final lines, and the result looked too much like an amusing quizzy thing not to share.
So here are seven last sentences, chosen sort of randomly (one is from a novel, three are from short stories, and three are from poems). If you want to guess any of the sources, post them in the comments. If you've got favorites of your own, consider yourself tagged to continue the meme elsewhere.
- "I had Barbara," she said, and began to move ahead of Mrs. Slade toward the stairway.
- They hand in hand with wandering steps and slow
Through Eden took their solitary way.
- Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.
- I am not I: pity the tale of me.
- His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
- "Well, I'm back," he said.
- Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.
Have at them! I'll post identifications after a while.