Re: ... - Edit 1
Before modification by Curie at 10/11/2009 10:52:56 AM
It's hard to convey emotion through a board post, so I want you to read this, and focus your imagination:
See that ellipsis up there? That's my reaction. Imagine we're sitting at a coffee table. You just spoke. I spend the next 45 seconds staring at you. My expression flickers, from surprise, to disbelief, to exasperation, finally setting on a sort of low-level disdain.
The silence continues. You cough, once, hoping to break the lull, but this just focuses my stare even more. It's as if I am trying to commit your face to memory, never to forget the person who says the things you do. Or maybe I'm just trying to set you on fire with my brain.
See that ellipsis up there? That's my reaction. Imagine we're sitting at a coffee table. You just spoke. I spend the next 45 seconds staring at you. My expression flickers, from surprise, to disbelief, to exasperation, finally setting on a sort of low-level disdain.
The silence continues. You cough, once, hoping to break the lull, but this just focuses my stare even more. It's as if I am trying to commit your face to memory, never to forget the person who says the things you do. Or maybe I'm just trying to set you on fire with my brain.
You do not like my theories. It is your right and I am not against it. I always enjoy diferrent opinion and I like disscussion.
I am reading WoT and commenting it for fun. I can be wrong or right, I can write in good or poor English (it is not my mother tongue), sometime I do not precisely express my opinions, but I write only for fun. And sometime I am not very serious.
But you think that because what I am writing, you can treat me as your personal enemy. I am not your. You believe, that you know me. You are not. But you hate me. It is ridiculus.
Robert Jordan or Brandon Sanderson presented twisted emotions in the last book: "He could have killed [...] with his own hands! Twist that too-thick bull's neck in his fingers, twist it around, squeezing, feeling the bones crack, the flesh wring, the breath stop." (tGS, Prologue, "What the Storm Means", p.45). Good that yours emotions to me are not so hot.
Keep cool and be nice, boy.
Curie Sedai