Hampton Roads Writers
This is an exercise to explore the pure sound and rhythm of language. Ideally, the music of language reenforces its meaning. You are a translator of Gob!bledyghuk, which you speak perfectly. Your task is to translate the following lines:
"Philadelphia, I was told in New York, was so slow that it was safe for people to fall out windows-- they just wafted down like gossamer..."
"There he is, in all his glory, Brad Pitt, that beautiful, chisled chunk of celebrity manhood."
"Mrs. Tittlemouse was a most terrible tidy particular little mouse, always sweeping and dusting the soft sandy floors. Sometimes a beetle lost its way in the passages. "Shuh! Shuh! Little dirty feet!" said Mrs Tittlemouse, clattering her dust-pan. (from Beatrix Potter's, The Tale of Mrs Tittlemouse)