i fucking love tom stoppard
Maybe Brodie got a raw deal, maybe he didn't. I don't know. It doesn't count. He's a lout with language. I can't help somebody who thinks, or thinks he thinks, that editing a newspaper is censorship, or that throwing bricks is a demonstration while building tower blocks is social violence, or that unpalatable statement is provocation while disrupting the speaker is the exercise of free speech… Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good any more, and Brodie knocks corners off without knowing he's doing it. So everything he writes is jerry-built. It's rubbish. An intelligent child could push it over. I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will speak for you when you're dead.
--The Real Thing
Here's some stuff you might not know:
1. English was not Tom Stoppard's first language.
2. He left school when he was seventeen and never went back.
According to LJ, it's 4:44. I bet I could get about five hours of sleep before twilighted has to get up if I go to bed now.
--The Real Thing
Here's some stuff you might not know:
1. English was not Tom Stoppard's first language.
2. He left school when he was seventeen and never went back.
According to LJ, it's 4:44. I bet I could get about five hours of sleep before twilighted has to get up if I go to bed now.