My favorite book ending of all time is James Joyce's Finnegans Wake. Not because I like the book (in all truth, I can't stand it -- it took me over two years to slog through incomprehensible passages and nonsense words, and I cursed God, all his angels, and drunken Irishmen with eyepatches the whole way), but because the last line ends abruptly, mid-sentence, as though James Joyce suddenly said to himself: "Fuck it. I'm done. This ain't fun no more." Of course, I'm likely wrong on that, and in all likelihood the ending loops into the opening line, which begins mid-sentence, to form a circle. A lot of people think so, and they're probably corr