This post is part of the July 2011 Blog Chain at Absolute Write. This month’s challenge is a bad opening sentence in the Bulwer-Lytton tradition.

The steam’d and sultry city immemorial was suffused with oppressive heat, the level of phlogiston in the aether reaching such levels that the guttering flames of the carriage-lamps threatened to burst forth and consume the tinder and kindling set forth by the slumbering metropole even as it moistened the brow of one Cecil Coulmore, the contusions and contours of whose skull made phrenologically clear his profession as gentleman detective and amateur pugilist.

Check out this month’s other bloggers, all of whom have posted or will post their own responses:
AuburnAssassin
dolores haze
xcomplex
Proach
BigWords
jkellerford
Ralph Pines
Euclid
Diana Rajchel
pezie
Guardian

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