"And at last, faintly, falling: this day’s over."
- Ian McEwan, from Saturday (via the-final-sentence)

Don’t be fooled. This is the worst book ever.


Final sentences:

[He put out his hand, and quite noiselessly the great window widened down to us, and the splendid nearer prospect of that dreamland city was before me.] “This is our home,” he said smiling, and with thoughtful eyes on me.

from In the Days of the Comet

And so, in hope and solitude, my story ends.

from The Island of Dr. Moreau 

And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers—shrivelled now, and brown and flat and brittle—to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.

from The Time Machine

And strangest of all is it to hold my wife’s hand again, and to think that I have counted her, and that she has counted me, among the dead.

from The War of the Worlds


September 21st 1866: H.G. Wells born

On this day in 1866, the English science fiction writer H.G. Wells was born in Bromley, Kent. Sometimes called ‘the father of science fiction’, Wells is best known for his works ‘The War of the Worlds’ and ‘The Time Machine’. Wells was also a socialist and a pacifist, and his political views colored much of his later work. In 1938 Orson Welles broadcast his radio play of ‘The War of the Worlds’ as a series of news bulletins which led many Americans to fear a Martian invasion. H.G. Wells died in London in 1946 aged 79.