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Barbelith Language Atrocity Tribunal

 
 
Grand Panjandrum of the Pointless
19:13 / 07.09.03
In my short time on this board I have noticed an interest in bad writing in several places- threads on William McGonagall, some comments in the ‘What are you reading’ thread. So I propose we establish a Language Atrocity Tribunal, for the exhibition and condemnation of Crimes Against the English Language.

Rules as follows:

1. Identify an Atrocity committed against the English Language (in any medium at all) and quote selectively and luridly from it, explaining context and whatever possessed its author to write it.(if poss.)

2. Suggest a suitable punishment for the offender. The Barbelith Language Atrocity Tribunal does not recognise the UN Declaration of Human Rights. Therefore all suggestions should be as mediaeval as poss.

3. No pedantry. This is about Language Atrocities. All quotes should be dire to unreadable. We are not interested in misplaced apostrophes.

First Up- Sir Thomas Urquhart, madman and alleged mathematician (1611-1660).
Here he is looking cavalier


The Charge: Neological logorrhea and fibbing.

The Evidence:
1. ‘In amblygonosphericalls, which admit both of an extrinsecall and intrinsecall demission of the perpendicular, nineteen severall parts are to be considered...
The axioms of plain triangles are four, viz. Rulerst, Eproso, Grediftal and Bagrediffiu.
The directory of tis second axiome is Pubkegdaxesh, which declareth that there are seven enodandas grounded on it, to wit, four rectangular, Upalem, Ubeman, Ekarul, Egalem, and three obliquangular, Danarele, Xemenoro and Shenerolem’
2.‘Why, I could truly have enlarged my discourse with a choicer variety of phrase, and made it overflow the field of the readers understanding, with an inundation of greater eloquence . . . schematologetically adorning the proposed theme with the most especial and chief flowers of the garden of rhetoric . . . I could have introduced, in case of obscurity, synonymal, exargastic and palilogetic elucidations; for sweetness of phrase, antimetathetic commutations of epithets; for the vehement excitation of a matter, exclamation in the front, and epiphonemas in the rear. I could have used, for the promptlier stirring up of passion, apostrophal and prosopopoeial diversions; and, for the appeasing and settling of them, some epanorthotic revocations and aposiopetic restraints . . . But I hold it now expedient, without further ado, to stop the current of my pen . . . and write with simplicity.’
3.Apparently a love scene in a Romance:
‘by vertue of the intermutual unlimitedness of their visotactil sensation... the visuriency of either, by ushering the tacturiency of both, made the attrectation of both consequent to the inspection of either. Here was it that action was passive and action passive, they both being overcome by either-and each the conqueror.’

The Punishment:
Sir Thomas is now unfortunately dead and has been so for some time. Apparently he died laughing when he heard the King had been restored. Therefore the issue of punishment is a knotty one. However, since the Inquisition on which this Tribunal is modelled had no problem with digging people up to put them on trial, I suggest we do the same with Urquhart.
On the return of the inevitable guilty verdict, his corpse would be handed over to Gunther von Hagen, who, working in conjunction with those people who do the animatronic Dinosaurs at the Natural History Museum, would re-animate his corpse.
The corpse would then be forced to man an enquiry desk for eternity. Each query would have to be answered using only monosyllabic words ending in s. All customers would be crack-addled paranoid psychopaths with an inferiority complex about their congenital lisps. Who have to have everything said to them three times before they understand it.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
11:28 / 08.09.03
This is such an ace thread idea, and as such, I'm bumping it so it's still findable when I come up with a goodie.
 
 
Kit-Cat Club
11:47 / 08.09.03
'Pubkegdaxesh'? Grand Panj'm, are you sure you didn't make this up? It is too good to be true... I mean, I know these seventeenth century philosopher chaps tended towards the periphrastic, but...! Sir Thomas Browne had a similar style, but he could write.

I shall marry this Urquhart buffoon. That ought to be punishment enough for him.
 
 
We're The Great Old Ones Now
12:20 / 08.09.03
When Henryk was a pimply and flourishing fourteen-year-old, his father died of what we now know to be cancer.

("Not a Penny More, Not a Penny Less", by Jeffrey Archer)

This use of what you might call the Anticipatory Present - where a writer looking back at the past leans forward into the stream if his or her own narrative - is one of the most obnoxious narrative habits I can think of. "He would later learn the truth" and "this was the young man who was to become one of England's greatest tapdancers" are further examples of the breed.

May I suggest hanging by the thumbs from the upper floor of a library with decent but out-of-print books tied to both ankles?
 
 
Quantum
12:26 / 08.09.03
..followed by ritual castration and disembowelling on live TV to the tune of the magic roundabout, with crowds thousands strong chanting LIAR. That'll teach him.
 
 
deja_vroom
12:41 / 08.09.03
I am so fucked up, amn't I?
 
 
Grand Panjandrum of the Pointless
21:11 / 17.09.03
Any language atrocity tribunal has, sooner or later, to bring to trial Amanda McKittrick Ross, just because she is there. I freely admit that this is lazy since her atrocities are pretty well-renowned- she is all over any number of bad writing websites. I should really be digging up new examples of filth and corruption, but unfortunately I have had far too much work to do recently. Anyway, Amanda is truly special. On a good day she makes McGonagall look like Yeats.

The Charge: Alliteration above and beyond the call of duty + everything else on the statute book

Evidence. 1. A letter complaining about Wyndham Lewis being crude about Queen Victoria

Is it not then one of the gravest and grossest of scandals that ever appeared or was permitted to be printed in any paper, public or private, decent or fringed with decency, for a man sexed or unsexed -and posing as a critic by the bye ! - such as D. B. Wyndham Lewis, to proceed by a train of thought driven thither by an engine charged with the foul steam of a mind pregnant with capsules of corruption of the rottenest filthy types, to Frogmore (where this Queenly Death-Diamond of the first and purest water reposeth in her Royal Cradle of Calm, made more calm because of her cleanly and blameless life, her duty towards God and her countless subjects, her unflinching love and her rigid reverence for all things associated with a true Christian life) enter its holy portals, to view this Great and Good Queen who lay within its Hallowed walls, in order to tear into scrags her chilly unstained death-robes and riddle her lifeless form with his deadly pellets of scandal?

2.Some stuff from her novels:

Home again, mother ? " he boldly uttered, as he gazed reverently in her face.
"Home to Hades! " returned the raging high-bred daughter of distinguished effeminacy.
" Ah me! what is the matter?" meekly inquired his lordship.
"Everything is the matter with a broken-hearted mother of low-minded offspring," she answered hotly . . . . .. Henry Edward Ludlow, Gifford, son of my strength, idolized remnant of my inert husband, who at this moment invisibly offers the scourging whip of fatherly authority to your backbone of resentment (though for years you think him dead to your movements) and pillar of maternal trust."

Always on the alert for attractive magnets whose characters had still to be moulded by artful manouvres, she found the rosy little rural ruby, Helen Huddleston, would add considerably in advocating her accursed object. With this thought haunting her she had succeeded so far by intriguing Helen to her house of dissipation, damnation, disorder and distrust.,

She had a swell staff of sweet-faced helpers swathed in stratagem, whose members and garments glowed with the lust of the loose, sparkled with the tears of the tortured, shone with the sunlight of bribery, dangled with the diamonds of distrust, slashed with sapphires of scandal and rubies wrested from the dainty persons of the pure


The Punishment: Difficult to think of one that would fit the crime. Suggestions anyone
 
 
HCE
17:04 / 19.09.03
All my examples are from my job and are not funny but tragic.
 
 
Cat Chant
17:19 / 19.09.03
These furious thoughts whirled around in Harry's head, and his insides writhed with anger as a sultry, velvety night fell around him, the air full of the smell of warm, dry grass, and the only sound that of the low grumble of traffic on the road beyond the park railings

- Order of the Phoenix, by, oh, what's the use... but really, is it any wonder that the book is 800pp long?

JKR's writing style is now becoming similar to the staff writers' at That's Life, who also use emotions as the subject of a striking verb far too often, though they are less anatomical about it. Harry has an emotion in a specified part of his body about twice a page in Phoenix. (My particular favourite is the moment where Harry sees a vision of his 15yo father and "excitement exploded in his stomach", which caused me joy on more levels than I can tell you.) That's Life has a similar stylistic mannerism: "Though I loved Barry, 23, guilt gnawed"; "My daughter, 15, had told me she was pregnant. Disappointment throbbed".

Both of them annoy me, so I shall condemn them both.

Punishments? JKR should have to read every single piece of HP fanfic ever written (including the one where Snape tells Hermione he wants to see if her pussy can grovel). The staff writers on That's Life should find themselves unable to communicate any of their own experiences, whether in speech or writing, in any style other than that in which the magazine's true-life stories are couched.
 
 
grant
17:53 / 19.09.03
No. Rowling should be forced to read every sentence of Order of the Phoenix using only one breath each. While walking on a treadmill.


I mention this as someone in the middle of reading the book aloud to a child every night.
 
  
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