Dorian Gray
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And they lived happily ever after.....(for the first year, anyway).
Two from Arthur C. Clarke (spoilerized because they are kinda twist endings), a novel and a short story.
Rendezvous With Rama:
When Norton had glimpsed Rama for the last time, a tiny star hurtling outward beyond Venus, he knew that part of his life was over. He was just fifty-five, but he felt he had left his youth down there on the curving Central Plain, among mysteries and wonders now receding inexorably beyond the reach of man. Whatever honors and achievements the future brought him, for the rest of his life he would be haunted by a sense of anticlimax and the knowledge of opportunities missed.
So he told himself; but even then, he should have known better.
And on far-off Earth, Dr. Carlisle Perera had as yet told no one of how he had wakened from a restless sleep with the message from his subconscious echoing in his brain:
The Ramans do everything in threes.
The Nine Billion Names of God:
"Look," whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes to heaven. (There is always a last time for everything.)
Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.
Rendezvous With Rama:
When Norton had glimpsed Rama for the last time, a tiny star hurtling outward beyond Venus, he knew that part of his life was over. He was just fifty-five, but he felt he had left his youth down there on the curving Central Plain, among mysteries and wonders now receding inexorably beyond the reach of man. Whatever honors and achievements the future brought him, for the rest of his life he would be haunted by a sense of anticlimax and the knowledge of opportunities missed.
So he told himself; but even then, he should have known better.
And on far-off Earth, Dr. Carlisle Perera had as yet told no one of how he had wakened from a restless sleep with the message from his subconscious echoing in his brain:
The Ramans do everything in threes.
...
"You misunderstand, I am the master."
Farewell to the Master
Also, "froward" is a word that deserves more use.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
"Jonas and I will see that no spider ever comes near you. Oh Constance," I said, "we are so happy."
I was going to suggest:
"So it goes."
But I don't think that that is the last line in the book.
"Bad . . dream. Thought . . I was . . dead."
"Just a dream, Beloved. You cannot die."