Just took a look at the list. Much inexplicability (Augie March no.
89?). The Atwood (no.96) could have been written by a stoned
sophomore. But I like Woolf's Orlando (no. 97), and the Rose Macaulay
(no. 76).
Two Nabokov notes: No. 43 is not the first line of Pale Fire. And No.
6 is part of the opening sentence of Ada.