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What does this remind you of?
What if I write it like this?
It's the first two sentences of John Le Carré's A Small Town in Germany. I picked it up in the laundry room this morning to leaf through while I was waiting for the chime of nine to begin on my bedding.
When I read it out loud, I notice not only the alliteration, but the particular double stress in each line. I think of, hmm, where's a representative bit...
I like to think Le Carré was flipping through "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" at his writing desk. Though I did not notice any bob and wheel.
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Ten minutes to midnight: a pious Friday in May and a fine river mist lying in the market square. Bonn was a Balkan city, stained and secret, drawn over with tramwire.
What if I write it like this?
Ten minutes to midnight: a pious Friday in May
and a fine river mist lying in the market square.
Bonn was a Balkan city, stained and secret,
drawn over with tramwire.
It's the first two sentences of John Le Carré's A Small Town in Germany. I picked it up in the laundry room this morning to leaf through while I was waiting for the chime of nine to begin on my bedding.
When I read it out loud, I notice not only the alliteration, but the particular double stress in each line. I think of, hmm, where's a representative bit...
One Christmas in Camelot King Arthur sat
at ease with his lords and loyal liegemen
arranged as brothers round the Round Table.
Their reckless jokes rang about that rich hall
till they turned from the table to the tournament field
and jousted like gentlemen with lances and laughs,
then trooped to court in a carolling crowd.
I like to think Le Carré was flipping through "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" at his writing desk. Though I did not notice any bob and wheel.
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