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I didn't know there was enough money in poetry to support a chappie, even in the way wich Rocky lived; but it seems that, if you stick to exhortations to young men to lead the strenous life and don't shove in any rhymes, American editors fight for the stuff. Rocky showed me one of his things once. [He] said they gave him a hundred dollars for it, and he stayed in bed till four in the afternoon for over a month.

[It's] always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.

It was the kind of storm that suggests that the whole sky has swallowes a diuretic.

"And then everyone laughed at me! Someone even gave me a sweet!"

And from the battlements above she could hear the sound of sniggering. Laughter wouldn't have been so bad, especially an impressive demonic laugh with lots of echo, but this was just - sniggering. It went on for a long time. It was one of the most unpleasant sounds Esk had ever heard.

Ten lines in and I already love this novel.