a note to yan
The integrity of Literature had atrophied to the point where it no longer seemed to be an "eternal monument of the human condition." I was to lead a rebellion, where Literature would take its rightful place beside Friendship as an inalienable affirmation of Man’s spirit. The only two havens where we could smash the brittle cell of civilized contention and let the secret core of our inner being emerge and be accepted and admired for it.
And here I was, at my resplendent mahogany desk, in silent contemplation.
Then the message came, “Sir, Beautiful is here to see you. She doesn’t look too good”.
Beautiful came into the room with a big bruise under her eye and a split lip, her mascara running all over her face. She told me she represented herself and the Adjectives, whom I greatly respected. I called on them ever so often, and nearly unconditionally was satisfied with their service.
I handed her a tissue, and she began.
“People have been abusing us to no end. We can't handle the kind of burden that gets placed on us. People out there have been expecting us to carry a heavy load of characterization whilst being virtually invisible at the same time. We are treated as inanimate objects, simply as background. What’s more, we are tired, and very much overworked. Look at me!! I’ve been placed with people who used to be friends, like Gorgeous, Handsome, Pulchritudinous, Magnificent and Ravishing. We’ve fallen out. Each thought the other was stealing her thunder. There is no utility in using more than is necessary to complete a task. We have been forced together unceremoniously…”
At this point, she broke into uncontrollable sobs, unable to speak further. I calmed the poor girl down, and told her I would take heed of her complaints and intervene on her behalf.
So please, don’t use Adjectives injudiciously. Call on them only after you've thought long and hard about how they’d like it. And then don’t trouble too many of them. Don’t make them repetitive and redundant. That's just unfeeling and it would spell the ruin of many a friendship.
And here I was, at my resplendent mahogany desk, in silent contemplation.
Then the message came, “Sir, Beautiful is here to see you. She doesn’t look too good”.
Beautiful came into the room with a big bruise under her eye and a split lip, her mascara running all over her face. She told me she represented herself and the Adjectives, whom I greatly respected. I called on them ever so often, and nearly unconditionally was satisfied with their service.
I handed her a tissue, and she began.
“People have been abusing us to no end. We can't handle the kind of burden that gets placed on us. People out there have been expecting us to carry a heavy load of characterization whilst being virtually invisible at the same time. We are treated as inanimate objects, simply as background. What’s more, we are tired, and very much overworked. Look at me!! I’ve been placed with people who used to be friends, like Gorgeous, Handsome, Pulchritudinous, Magnificent and Ravishing. We’ve fallen out. Each thought the other was stealing her thunder. There is no utility in using more than is necessary to complete a task. We have been forced together unceremoniously…”
At this point, she broke into uncontrollable sobs, unable to speak further. I calmed the poor girl down, and told her I would take heed of her complaints and intervene on her behalf.
So please, don’t use Adjectives injudiciously. Call on them only after you've thought long and hard about how they’d like it. And then don’t trouble too many of them. Don’t make them repetitive and redundant. That's just unfeeling and it would spell the ruin of many a friendship.
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