"They crested out on the bluff in the late afternoon sun with
their shadows long on the sawgrass and burnt sedge, moving single file and
slowly high above the river and with something of its own implacability,
pausing and grouping for a moment and going on again strung out in silhouette
against the sun and then dropping under the crest of the hill into a fold of
blue shadow with light touching them about the head in spurious sanctity until
they had gone on for such a time as saw the sun down altogether and they moved
in shadow altogether which suited them very well."
The greatest first sentence of all time, from the most beautiful novel I have ever read, Outer Dark.
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