From f402a2b6d43a0411028b14a19cb449a7da0f5314 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2015 15:51:11 -0700 Subject: Change line breaks to sentences in prose pieces --- src/window.txt | 44 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++------------------ 1 file changed, 26 insertions(+), 18 deletions(-) (limited to 'src/window.txt') diff --git a/src/window.txt b/src/window.txt index 5df7dc5..817fda7 100644 --- a/src/window.txt +++ b/src/window.txt @@ -20,23 +20,31 @@ project: _**HYMN 386: JOKES**_ -_"Tell us a joke" everyone asks of the clown. He sits on a log and begins to -think. Everyone waits gap-mouthed in anticipation. A slight breeze ruffles -the clown's coat, his pompom buttons, his bright red hair. His nose becomes -redder in the cold. Hours pass. All but the most dedicated of joke listeners -leave him to rot ~~for all they may care~~._ +_"Tell us a joke" everyone asks of the clown. +He sits on a log and begins to think. +Everyone waits gap-mouthed in anticipation. +A slight breeze ruffles the clown's coat, his pompom buttons, his bright red hair. +His nose becomes redder in the cold. +Hours pass. +All but the most dedicated of joke listeners leave him to rot ~~for all they may care~~._ -_The clown opens his mouth to speak but no words come out. A tear falls down -his cheek, and another. He begins to sob. The last joke listener comes over -to comfort him. She puts a hand on his shoulder. He looks up at her, red -face, red nose, white lips, and says ~~"Thank you."~~ He vanishes from the -clearing. The last joke listener sits on the log and looks up at the sky. -The moon is full. The world creaks on its axis._ +_The clown opens his mouth to speak but no words come out. +A tear falls down his cheek, and another. +He begins to sob. +The last joke listener comes over to comfort him. +She puts a hand on his shoulder. +He looks up at her, red face, red nose, white lips, and says ~~"Thank you."~~ +He vanishes from the clearing. +The last joke listener sits on the log and looks up at the sky. +The moon is full. +The world creaks on its axis._ -Paul looked up to the space on the wall where a window should be. The shadow -of his face wavered in the candle light. He looked back down at the card he'd -been writing on. He read the card. He crossed out the _for all they may -care_ in the first paragraph, and _"Thank you"_ from the second one. "What -could he say" he thought to himself. "What could he possibly say to her." He -went outside to clear his head with a cigarette. He took his axe with him -this time. +Paul looked up to the space on the wall where a window should be. +The shadow of his face wavered in the candle light. +He looked back down at the card he'd been writing on. +He read the card. +He crossed out the _for all they may care_ in the first paragraph, and _"Thank you"_ from the second one. +"What could he say" he thought to himself. +"What could he possibly say to her." +He went outside to clear his head with a cigarette. +He took his axe with him this time. -- cgit 1.4.1-21-gabe81