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.