The Republicans and their anti-DEI efforts strike again.
Article: Taliban ban books written by women from Afghan universities
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c0kn7yyzrjgo.amp
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—Cormac McCarthy
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The Republicans and their anti-DEI efforts strike again.
Article: Taliban ban books written by women from Afghan universities
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c0kn7yyzrjgo.amp
The Em Dash Responds to the AI Allegations
https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/the-em-dash-responds-to-the-ai-allegations
Word of the day: Polysyndeton.
Polysyndeton is a literary device in which several conjunctions (such as "and," "or," or "but") are used in close succession, especially where they are not grammatically necessary. It is the opposite of asyndeton, which removes conjunctions.
Edited again. :) To be untouched for awhile. I hope. It's been appropriately shrunk. :)
Additionally, I think, though technically the opening paragraph, it will exist as an epigraph to the story (a short prologue, if you will). Anyway. Here it is …
Dumped to the ground, he lay still. From there, he gaped, forever surprised, toward the branches clawing at the starlit sky. From there, he stared up at his killer and the sky and at nothing, now blind to all remembered pain.
I should just stylize this opening as a poem. Hmm …
"""
Pulled from the farm sled and dumped to the ground,
he lay still.
From there, he gaped, forever surprised, toward the branches clawing at the starlit sky.
From there, he stared up at his killer and the sky and at nothing,
blind to all remembered pain.
"""
Ha! No, I am not doing that.
And of course as soon as I posted it, I edited it in the manuscript. So, now (hopefully) I am truly happy with the opening.
The opening line/epigraph (artfully presented as three lines) to my WIP novel:
"Pulled from the farm sled and dumped to the ground, he lay still. From there, he gaped, forever surprised, toward the branches clawing at the starlit sky. From there, he stared up at his killer and the sky and at nothing, blind to all remembered pain."
The opening line to my novel (WIP). It's effectively an epigraph that sets the mood and a bit setting:
"Pulled from the farm sled and dumped to the ground, he lay still. From there, he gaped, forever surprised, toward the branches clawing at the starlit sky. From there, he stared up at his killer and the sky and at nothing with his one eye, the other now closed to all remembered pain."
I … am pretty happy with it.
It occurs to me that there is one way to get the people to rise up against the whole unnecessary tariff/trade war that the Orange one has been waging: countries should refuse to sell coffee beans to the U.S.
It would cause a riot. This country cannot function without a steady stream of coffee.