It's all in the verbs
Jan. 27th, 2011 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt was her husband, plummeting to his death.
Plummeting? Too fruity: a cross between plum and punnet. Also, I never have been able to parse deeper than did ever plummet sound.
It was her husband,plunging to his death.
Plunging? Too plumberly. Also I have a friend who wrote a poem once, where he spoke of plunging my hands into the good earth, and ever after his harsher critics would say "A bit of a plunger, that one, Nigel," if they thought he was overdoing the eco-yearning.
It was her husband,tumbling to his death.
Tumbling? Too acrobatic. Hints of jocularity, and laundry.
I may have spent twenty minutes on this sentence. On this word. Twenty minutes so far.
Plummeting? Too fruity: a cross between plum and punnet. Also, I never have been able to parse deeper than did ever plummet sound.
It was her husband,
Plunging? Too plumberly. Also I have a friend who wrote a poem once, where he spoke of plunging my hands into the good earth, and ever after his harsher critics would say "A bit of a plunger, that one, Nigel," if they thought he was overdoing the eco-yearning.
It was her husband,
Tumbling? Too acrobatic. Hints of jocularity, and laundry.
I may have spent twenty minutes on this sentence. On this word. Twenty minutes so far.