Steven Poole draws our attention to a strangely fascinating opening sentence:
Pigeons rustled in the beams of the Staten Island Ferry terminal as Rebecca Miller, the writer and director, ordered a soft pretzel.
It comes from a New Yorker article, so I suppose one should expect nothing less. Still, it does seem like a worthy contender for a Bulwer-Lytton prize.
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