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Tuesday, December 14th, 2004 09:44 pm
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.
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Thursday, December 16th, 2004 03:33 pm (UTC)
Weird getting here from The Sunnydale Herald (grumbles).

Dictionaries are tools of the devil, which is why I have nine assorted dictionaries, a Physician's Desk Reference, a 1957 set of Encyclopedia Brittanica and various field guides and anatomy books withiin easy reach (to the right; gardening references to the left). And I still sat here for fifteen minutes the other day trying to remember any word at all to express a concept...

Julia, when one is prone to aphasia, a large vocabulary is a crutch
Thursday, December 16th, 2004 08:40 pm (UTC)
I have gone whole years at a time not being able to put a name to William Shatner, which was embarrassing when the man in my life was (is) known as Mr. Space and is a life-long Trekker.

Not being able to formulate the word "exploit" when I was a student at Evergreen was inconvenient, too.

It's either the repeated high fevers or the several major head injuries, probably both. Neither of my kids have the problem, luckily.

Julia, wondering what a clone without my history of head trauma would be like