The conversation we had, riveting as usual, led to the weekly English blog upon which I currently write. I promised my dear friend that I would write my blog (imitating the style of my favorite author) about him. Here goes:
The boy sits idly under the comforting branches of the tall Oak tree, unaware that he was being watched. The more one observes the creature, the more one feels they understand him, and seeing beyond the surface observations, are at one with the whole of his being. There are certain factors which none could ignore, and do deserve mentioning. The dashing looks and serene manner of the boy were superceeded only by his keen intellect. His eyes, guarded by black-rimmed glasses which served as a gate to the extraordinary, shone hazel like the Autumn sun, and held the look of intrigue, as if he were thinking about what lies beyond.
The boy thought about his home. He thought about them. All the turmoil they had caused. He remembered his mother's eyes before the poison took her; they were beautiful, like his own. They must be stopped. But how? He was after all just a cog in the machine of society, insignificant, un-thinking, and numb. Just like the rest of them. Right?..
No. This boy was different.
"ever-encapsulating pedagogic stylings"
ReplyDeleteYou wouldn't perhaps be making too much use of thesaurus.com, would you? Even those of us who understand what you just said wouldn't immediately jump to those words when crafting our narratives.
Hahahaha connor I don't use a thesarasaus. That turn of phrase was born exclusively from the depths of my mind.
ReplyDeleteYou are quite the critic, eh.
And in response, I believe that your statement has partial value. You're right, most of us wouldn't "immediately jump to those words when crafting our narratives." Which in my opinion, is what makes writing such a beautiful thing: The subjectivity and individuality involved.
ReplyDeleteIf I employed a phrase which everyone "jumped to immediately", I wouldn't be a very good writer, now would I?
That is indeed a good point Sra. Livas. I acknowledge the legitimacy of your point. (But still! Pedagogic? Why?!)
ReplyDeletehahaha oh connor, I'm quite fond of you.
ReplyDeleteI just have an unusual penchant for words, I guess.