>"The sea was angry that day, my friends - like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli."
Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up she was shitting brown water. The more she drank, the more she shat, but the more she shat, the thirstier she grew, and her thirst sent her crawling to the stream to suck up more water.
'He found a line and pulled on it, fighting toward the hatch to get himself below out of the storm, but a gust of wind knocked his feet from under him and a second slammed him into the rail and there he clung. Rain lashed at his face, blinding him. His mouth was full of blood again. The ship groaned and growled beneath him like a constipated fat man straining to shit'
>"..I was terrified but I pressed on and as I made my way past the breakers a strange calm came over me. I don't know if it was divine intervention or the kinship of all living things but I tell you at that moment—I was a marine biologist."
You guys have either really shitty bait, or are genuinely fucking retarded.
The novel was originally published under the title '1805', but was the completed novel title was 'War and Peace'.
Alright then, faggot. Give me some proof that Tolstoy was going to name it "War, What Is It Good For" before his mistress insisted he call it War and Peace.
Go on, I fucking dare you.
'I transcend morality to such an extent that the common folk--to whom alone the mundane laws of good and evil apply--fly at me in a frenzy, ignorant, doe-eyed, with slackened jaw, breathing by open mouth like common beasts, as they smash their heads into the butt end of my hatchet.' -- Raskolnikov, in Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishmen (tr. Garnett)