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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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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.
:)