h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Entry: Enjoyment - A71044094
Author: Pheroneous II - U186787

I don't know what this is, perhaps you do. I would be interested to see what you make of it.



If you have read other pieces you may notice that sometimes I mention, or allude to, song titles for my own amusement. I suppose, though I trust you not to inform on me, these should be acknowledged. Here we have The Dimming of the Day by Richard Thompson and 'There is a balm in Gilead' by, I suspect, a chap called Trad or Anon.

I like it. I also like it that you pointed out about the sun. A lot of US filmmakers forget that minor detail. (Comes of living in California and ignoring the Right Coast.)

Please remove that unnecessary apostrophe in 'its' before somebody with typographical OCD comes along and gets traumatized.

I believe 'Balm in Gilead' (an old favourite) is definitely Trad. Anon will just have to sue him.

'There is a balm in Gilead that makes the wounded whole...'</>

That well describes this vignette.

What apostrophe? I see no apostrophe.

Vignette. Hmm, I like that. I was going to call it pious piffle (I don't know what's wrong with me just now, first a story with a happy ending, now this! Strong pharmaceuticals needed), but I'll go with vignette!

Vignette. Definitely vignette.

>>It is the distant trees that release up the sun and let out it's warmth. <<

Extraneous apostrophe. Akin to the curly apostrophe in arousing editor ire.

Sorry, I thought you meant the other one!

Gone.

It is a strange thing. I enjoyed writing this. I really like some of the sentences and phrases. The one you correct here for example. I'm proud of that. But when I sit back and read the whole I think What!! Did you write that! In the immortal words of Fleetwood Mac "Oh Well!"

There is much, I think, to be said for taking pleasure in phrasing and sentence-building.

Or as one of my editors says, 'Read it aloud. I have a very educated cat.'

I love this.

You might call it a prose poem if you like.

It reminds me of the sunsets I saw from Aberystwyth. When the sun sets over the sea on a fine day, the waves run every colour from azure to crimson.

Prose Poem sounds a bit too grand for me.

Great geography. Inspired by a sunset at Newgate Sands.

P

Btw this little piece (in its new shortened form, I have revised the entry) won a tiny prize in a competition for 'vignettes' in France. I saw a competition advertised, remembered you had called it a vignette, entered and bingo! I won. I also include the translation - not by me - in the entry.

Also btw I have put a collection of many of my stories on Amazon as an ebook in the kindle store. You can buy it! (Mr.P (and GEORGE) by Pheroneous) For one dollar. Yippee, I am going to be rich!

and ! Remember the little people when you are rich and famous.

Certainly not!