De mooiste openingszin:
"Though hundreds of thousands had done their very best to disfigure the small piece of land on which they were crowded together: paving the ground with stones, cutting down the trees, turning away birds and beasts, filling the air with the smoke of naphta and coal - still spring was spring, even in the town."
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