Peachblossm: Rhetoric.

From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield

I happened upon an informative site: Silva Rhetoricae.

It's pretty nifty.

The housing market is in a slump and so instead of being SWAMPED like we are supposed to be, it's dead slow in our office. So I have been learning all about rhetoric when there is nothing else to do.

The coolest part is application. When Someone else is droning on and on about something I really could not care less about, I start to analyze their style and stuff. AND I have to pay attention to what they are saying to do it, so I can answer the odd question with ease. Much more entertaining.
Next step is application in my own communications.

"Watch out world, Here I come!"

Peachblossm

From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

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