ItIt was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents--except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness

Posted by Andrew Craig-Bennett on October 27, 2004 at 11:02:32 from 213.38.124.194 user ACB.

In Reply to: The annual Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest (was Bovril) posted by Andrew Craig-Bennett on October 27, 2004 at 10:50:26:

Sorry, here is a better link to the competition itself, including the full e-text of "The Coming Race" and a discussion of Vril:

http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/#The%20rules