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Okay. I'm writing a fic. *boggles the mind, i know* And in it, i need someone to read aloud. The reader, however, is dyslexic.
Now, i know that that is a touchy subject. And because it is, i want it to be right. I want the two or three sentences to sound like they actually would, and not like they would with me, the non-dyslexic person, making it up. I don't like the thought, and i think it would be insulting.
I really hope that someone out there can help me with this. I really hope this isn't an offensive request.
Look behind the cut for the actual passage.
Thanks, anybody and everybody.
Chorus: Why do you cry out thus, unless at some vision of horror?
Cassandra: The house reeks of death and dripping blood.
Chorus: How so? 'Tis but the odor of the altar sacrifice.
Cassandra: The stench is like a breath from the tomb.
Aeschylus, Agamemnon
The primroses were over. Toward the edge of the wood, where the ground became open and sloped down to an old fence and a brambly ditch beyond, only a few fading patches of pale yellow still showed among the dog's mercury and oak-tree roots. On the other side of the fence, the upper part of the field was full of rabbit holes.
The person reading is angry, nervous, and afraid - does NOT want to read and is being yelled at. If that makes a difference.
Now, i know that that is a touchy subject. And because it is, i want it to be right. I want the two or three sentences to sound like they actually would, and not like they would with me, the non-dyslexic person, making it up. I don't like the thought, and i think it would be insulting.
I really hope that someone out there can help me with this. I really hope this isn't an offensive request.
Look behind the cut for the actual passage.
Thanks, anybody and everybody.
Chorus: Why do you cry out thus, unless at some vision of horror?
Cassandra: The house reeks of death and dripping blood.
Chorus: How so? 'Tis but the odor of the altar sacrifice.
Cassandra: The stench is like a breath from the tomb.
Aeschylus, Agamemnon
The primroses were over. Toward the edge of the wood, where the ground became open and sloped down to an old fence and a brambly ditch beyond, only a few fading patches of pale yellow still showed among the dog's mercury and oak-tree roots. On the other side of the fence, the upper part of the field was full of rabbit holes.
The person reading is angry, nervous, and afraid - does NOT want to read and is being yelled at. If that makes a difference.
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