Racer X: 100 Best First Lines From Novels (25-27)

Wherein Anonymous Racer X takes the 100 Best First Lines From Novels and turns each one into the opening of a really lame tri-blog post by an infuriatingly self-obsessed triathlete.

Today's installment: Opening Lines 25-27.
Previous installment (22-24).

25. Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.
He may be chock full of sound and fury, I thought, but Benjy clearly is not the brightest bulb in Yoknapatawpha County. After all, how in the world could hitting tennis balls with that wench Caddy possibly improve his swim-to-bike T1 transition times? Fool.
— William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (1929)

26. 124 was spiteful.
In addition to being full of a baby's venom, 124 Elm St. was home to a jackass in my age group who had drafted off me illegally for more than half the Steelhead bike course. Screw you, man: I'll show you spite.
— Toni Morrison, Beloved (1987)

27. Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing.
Whether he was fighting windmills or leading the fast lane at masters swimming, that idealistic S.O.B. Don thought he was El Hombre. Yet to me he was just a big fish in a small, dried-out pond there in la Mancha. For you see, the lava fields in Kona are where all true legends must be made.
— Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote (1605)