Xander ,'Help'
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
The sole good thing about the Speilberg WOTW teaser is Voiceover Guy delivering that speech.
I haven't seen the teaser yet. I did just listen to "The Eve Of The War" about a half hour ago, though, and it's still a cool speech.
And by a cruel twist of fate, now I'm listening to Charlene's I've Never Been To Me. In a moment I'll imagine a spoken-word version by Richard Burton, and at that point I'll go to bed because it's the furthest point in the apartment away from the balcony.
I don't know if I'd be so familiar with the Neuromancer opener if people (with middle-aged TVs, it seems, since mine is only two years old) didn't keep complaining about it.
This is the only one that really pings me, largely because I hear Richard Burton saying it.
Not as good, though, as the triumphant, satisfied way he says, "They were doomed."
The "Neuromancer" line is completely new to me. This would probably be because I've never read the thing.
Most famous or not, I think what Gaiman was getting at was, "if you think you caught me out lifting a line like that, think again, dumbass." That's how I read it anyway.
Neuromancer is probably the third most famous, after “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
This was the one that came to mind for me. Then again, I don't even recognize the other suggestions. Except:
I was also thinking "It was a pleasure to burn."
This was a Trivia Night question one night, and it pissed me off that I couldn't remember it, since I'd read the damn book. Way back in junior high, but still.
I've read War of the Worlds, too.
"In the week before their departure to Arrakis"
What's that, Dune ?
" It is the colour of a bleached skull, his flesh; and the long hair which flows below his shoulders is milk-white."
No clue.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
I don't know this one.
It was a pleasure to burn.
But this must be Fahrenheit 451, right? I don't know what I'd nominate for the title, but I'm still largely unversed in classic SF.
I don't know this one.
1984.
But this must be Fahrenheit 451, right?
Yep.
Oh, right. I read 1984 probably ten years ago.
No clue.
Michael Moorcock's Elric of Melniboné if I'm not mistaken.
Wow. I haven't even heard of that.