Scrubb Brush

I've been rereading a lot lately. Old favorites, old friends and a few who's plots I had simply forgotten and decided to pick up again before deciding if it was a keeper and should go in storage, or if it was one for the "to sell when I get around to making an Amazon used bookstore" pile.

In anycase, from an old favorite I rediscovered what has got to be one of the single best opening sentances ever:

"There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it."

That's just so fabulous.