Subject: The fields were covered in snow
From: Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Fri Jan 05 2001 - 03:08:21 GMT
'... Spend a couple of seconds trying to rewrite
that in the active voice ...'
But, dahling. I thought that WAS the active voice.
'... The singing before battle, the thunder of horse's hooves
& the drumming of ancient dances: his pulses had been tuned
to each. He had been chilled by the arms of hunger & weariness
& restored in the warm smiles of easeful feasting. All that old
richness of life lived at the peak was turned now to clay, forgotten
in the unimagined, rebirthing noon of her presence ...'
OK, I can already hear the glee as you point out I'm no LaFarge.
But at least I'm more economical - by one word.
Scottie B.
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