SciFrac
WIP me into shape!
Most here should recognize this piece immediatley. It's presented word-for-word, without any intrusion by me. I'd like to discuss how it works (or doesn't) as purely written text. The reason being is that I'd love to achieve this effect in a novel, but it remains ellusive. All comments are appreciated.
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“Old woman!”
“Man.”
“Man, sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?”
“I’m 37.”
“What?”
“I’m 37. I’m not old.”
“Well, I can’t just call you man.”
“You could say Dennis.”
“I didn’t know you were called Dennis.”
“Well, you didn’t bother to find out did you?”
“I said sorry about the old woman, but from behind, you looked—“
“What I object to is that you automaticlly treat me like an inferior.”
“Well, I am king.”
“Oh, king, eh? Well, very nice. And how’d you get that, eh?... By exploiting the workers! By hanging on to outdated, imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there’s ever going to be any progress—“
“Dennis! There’s some lovely filth down here. Oh… How’d you do?”
“How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, king of the Britons. Who’s castle is that?”
“King of the who?”
“The Britons.”
“Who are the Britons?”
“Well, we all are. We are all Britons. And I am your king.”
“I didn’t know we had a king. I thought we’re an autonomous collective.”
“You’re fooling yourself. We’re living in a dictatorship! A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes—“
“Oh, there you go, bringing class into it again.”
“Well, that’s what it’s all about! If only people would realize—”
“Please, please, good people! I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?”
“No one lives there.”
“Then who is your lord?”
“We don’t have an lord.”
“What?”
“I told you- we’re an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.”
“Yes…”
“But all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting—“
“Yes, I see…”
“by a simple majority, in the case of purely internal affairs—“
“Be quiet!”
“But by a two-thirds majority in the case of more—“
“Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!”
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“Old woman!”
“Man.”
“Man, sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?”
“I’m 37.”
“What?”
“I’m 37. I’m not old.”
“Well, I can’t just call you man.”
“You could say Dennis.”
“I didn’t know you were called Dennis.”
“Well, you didn’t bother to find out did you?”
“I said sorry about the old woman, but from behind, you looked—“
“What I object to is that you automaticlly treat me like an inferior.”
“Well, I am king.”
“Oh, king, eh? Well, very nice. And how’d you get that, eh?... By exploiting the workers! By hanging on to outdated, imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there’s ever going to be any progress—“
“Dennis! There’s some lovely filth down here. Oh… How’d you do?”
“How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, king of the Britons. Who’s castle is that?”
“King of the who?”
“The Britons.”
“Who are the Britons?”
“Well, we all are. We are all Britons. And I am your king.”
“I didn’t know we had a king. I thought we’re an autonomous collective.”
“You’re fooling yourself. We’re living in a dictatorship! A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes—“
“Oh, there you go, bringing class into it again.”
“Well, that’s what it’s all about! If only people would realize—”
“Please, please, good people! I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?”
“No one lives there.”
“Then who is your lord?”
“We don’t have an lord.”
“What?”
“I told you- we’re an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.”
“Yes…”
“But all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting—“
“Yes, I see…”
“by a simple majority, in the case of purely internal affairs—“
“Be quiet!”
“But by a two-thirds majority in the case of more—“
“Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!”