Original Paragraph:
"Destiny guides our fortunes more favorably than we could have expected. Look there, Sancho Panza, my friend, and see those thirty or so wild giants, with whom I intend to do battle and to kill each and all of them, so with their stolen booty we can begin to enrich ourselves. This is noble, righteous warfare, for it is wonderfully useful to God to have such an evil face wiped from the face of the earth."
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Don Quijote is explaining to Sancho Panza that he is going to fight these evil giants, but he misses the fact that they are, in truth wind mills. Don Quijote is a very crazy man who has read so many fiction books that he can not tell reality from fiction anymore. This is a real problem, because his squire, Sancho Panza, is perfectly normal and he's always trying to set Don Quijote straight. In the next part of the story he tries to convince him that these humungous giants are not giants, they're windmills. But with no such luck he gives up.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Eclipse-Stephenie Meyer
Original Paragraph:
"Okay, look, Edward," I whispered. "Here's the thing...I've already gone crazy once. I know what my limits are. And I can't stand it if you leave me again."
I didn't look up to see his reaction, afraid to know how much pain I was inflicting. I did hear his sudden intake of breath and the silence that followed. I stared at the dark wooden tabletop, wishing I could take the words back. But knowing I probably wouldn't. Not if it worked.
Suddenly, his arms were around me, his hands stroking my face, my arms. He was comforting me. The guilt went into spiral mode. But the survival instinct was stronger. There was no question that he was fundamental to my survival.
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This part of the book Eclipse, is when Bella tries to convince Edward to let her help him fight the bad vampires that are after her. She is very afraid that he won't come back alive. The truth is that she can't really help that much because she is not a vampire, but she feels she needs to be there when he is fighting for her. This is very noble and stupid at the same time, I think. I know that she wants to help her soulmate, but getting herself killed for him isn't going to help all that much... I think Bella wants to be helpful and the best companion ever, but right now she's not doing so hot...
"Okay, look, Edward," I whispered. "Here's the thing...I've already gone crazy once. I know what my limits are. And I can't stand it if you leave me again."
I didn't look up to see his reaction, afraid to know how much pain I was inflicting. I did hear his sudden intake of breath and the silence that followed. I stared at the dark wooden tabletop, wishing I could take the words back. But knowing I probably wouldn't. Not if it worked.
Suddenly, his arms were around me, his hands stroking my face, my arms. He was comforting me. The guilt went into spiral mode. But the survival instinct was stronger. There was no question that he was fundamental to my survival.
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This part of the book Eclipse, is when Bella tries to convince Edward to let her help him fight the bad vampires that are after her. She is very afraid that he won't come back alive. The truth is that she can't really help that much because she is not a vampire, but she feels she needs to be there when he is fighting for her. This is very noble and stupid at the same time, I think. I know that she wants to help her soulmate, but getting herself killed for him isn't going to help all that much... I think Bella wants to be helpful and the best companion ever, but right now she's not doing so hot...
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Captain from Castile-continuation
Original Paragraph:
Campeador pricked up his ears and put action into his trot. They swept down into the tree line again, wound back and forth, crossed a brook, and at last came out upon the strip of meadow at which Pedro had been looking a few minutes earlier. Here Campeador, with his mind on refreshment at the tavern, broke into a gallop, which his rider did nothing to restrain.
"Rio Verde, Rio Verde [Pedro sang],
Dark with crimson blood thou flowest..."
But halfway along, the horse, shying to the left, cut the ballad short.
"Devil take you!" cursed Pedro, a little off balance. At the same time, glancing back, he drew up with a jerk. Campeador had shied at a peasant girl's black and red dress lying in the deep grass. A couple of yards farther off appeared the body of a dead hunting dog. It had been newly killed by a gaping knife cut across the throat.
Now I will continue this story:
Pedro urged the shaken horse on and they soon came upon a trail of blood that lead to an old, beaten down shack. Pedro tied Campeador to a tree and slid smoothly off his back. Pedro crawled through the grass toward the house and heard a loud cry for help. He stood up and ran toward the house at full speed because he recognized it as a woman's voice. He burst through the door and saw a woman and about 7 men sitting by the fire laughing at him. At first he was very confused, but then he recognized them as his friends from back home. They had played a very mean trick on him.
Campeador pricked up his ears and put action into his trot. They swept down into the tree line again, wound back and forth, crossed a brook, and at last came out upon the strip of meadow at which Pedro had been looking a few minutes earlier. Here Campeador, with his mind on refreshment at the tavern, broke into a gallop, which his rider did nothing to restrain.
"Rio Verde, Rio Verde [Pedro sang],
Dark with crimson blood thou flowest..."
But halfway along, the horse, shying to the left, cut the ballad short.
"Devil take you!" cursed Pedro, a little off balance. At the same time, glancing back, he drew up with a jerk. Campeador had shied at a peasant girl's black and red dress lying in the deep grass. A couple of yards farther off appeared the body of a dead hunting dog. It had been newly killed by a gaping knife cut across the throat.
Now I will continue this story:
Pedro urged the shaken horse on and they soon came upon a trail of blood that lead to an old, beaten down shack. Pedro tied Campeador to a tree and slid smoothly off his back. Pedro crawled through the grass toward the house and heard a loud cry for help. He stood up and ran toward the house at full speed because he recognized it as a woman's voice. He burst through the door and saw a woman and about 7 men sitting by the fire laughing at him. At first he was very confused, but then he recognized them as his friends from back home. They had played a very mean trick on him.
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