And then we take the trashcan and beat the author and the translator over the head with it.
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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And deeply committed, of course.
Well, he is acting willfully, after all.
Of course he's acting wilfully. He has to, since he has summer wheat in his large, green eyes which sparkle with his own light from within.
As opposed to sparkling with someone else's light, I suppose?
Or light from without.
Reminded of one of the stupidest phrases on earth: "I saw it with my own eyes!"
Um, yes. Well now. I did rather assume that the speaker hadn't seen it with their cousin Hamish's eyes.
That's like my brother's favorite detective/cop faux-pas "shot to death." You don't shoot anyone to life, do you?
Shot to Gehenna, maybe?
Stupid phrase. Not sure it's quite at the level of obviousness as "my own eyes", but it's definitely up there.
Reminded of one of the stupidest phrases on earth: "I saw it with my own eyes!"
I think that's a case of redundancy for effect.
That's like my brother's favorite detective/cop faux-pas "shot to death." You don't shoot anyone to life, do you?
I don't think that one is so bad. Because he could have shot him without killing him. It's like bludgeoning someone to death. Or boring someone to death.
Hee! The thing that struck me most was the absolute monotonous nonrythym of the writing.
OTOH, erika made me snort lukewarm tea all over the cat: gave a woman like that a mercy-beta once and she complained I didn't respect her vision. Not true. I respected it like my own ability to throw javelins.
Can I tag?
Yeah! Go ahead. So glad my snottiness amuses.