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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Re: Freakishly Tickled
Hrmmmmmm.
Dictionaries ARE tools of the devil. But, you know...
*hides horns*
I love my atlases and my references and my...STUFF. I could sit and look through them all day, which is BAD. Very bad.
Aphasia. Had to look it up, of course, and the first bit sounds just like me - as does what you said. "Monstrous, will you hand me the...the..." *deep sigh* "That thing, there, the..." *Monstrous starts guessing words* "No, no, i need the...for the thing, the...SAUCEPAN! No, that's not right."
God, i do that ALL THE TIME. Hate that. Sit here and ask Cat 'What's that word that means you've started somethng over but no a new thing, the same thing only..." blah blah and then twenty minutes later it'll come to me. Grrrrrrrr.
I don't think i have any brain lesions though.
*who knows*
*pets you*
Re: Freakishly Tickled
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
Re: Freakishly Tickled
Well, you know, William Shatner.
Not exactly a loss.
*hee*
Hrmmmmm...clones...interesting. I wonder...
*wanders off*
You should read C.J. Cherryh's 'Cyteen' trilogy. Cloning, mental 'structuring' and...all sorts of skeery, freaky, shivery stuff. She's such an excellent writer and her take on all that just...
Well, something for you to read, or not, for yourself.
:)