The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then the murders began.
And so when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
“If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar.
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!”
Then the murders begin.
So if a photon is directed through a plane with two slits in it and either slit is observed it will not go through both slits. If it’s unobserved it will, however, if it’s observed after it’s left the plane but before it hits its target, it will not have gone through both slits. And then the murders began.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
“'Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
And then the murders began.
The Miss Lonelyhearts of the New York Post-Dispatch (Are-you-in-trouble?—Do-you-need-advice?—Write-to-Miss-Lonelyhearts-and-she-will-help-you) sat at his desk and stared at a piece of white cardboard. And then the murders began.
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is
where I was born, an what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were
occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I
don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. And then the murders began.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. And then the murders began.
I am an invisible man. Then the murders began.
Meet Cathy who’s lived 'most everywhere
From Zanzibar to Berkeley Square
But Patty’s only seen the sights
A girl can see from Brooklyn Heights
What a crazy pair!
And then the murders began.
It was raining hard in Frisco; I needed one more fare to make my night. And then the murders began.