Question for native speakers/linguists
I’m translating a couple of pages for a lit student from and a sentence is bugging me.
The context is that a guy is sitting on a cliff with his feet dangling over and the sentence is ‘He could sense the cliff drop through his wellington boots’.
How do you understand this? Is what he feels the air and void below him, that ‘drop’ between the top of the cliff and the sea below, or does this refer to something else? I just find myself confused, is all, I don’t even know why (probably cause the text is full to the brim of elaborate metaphors and now I feel like everything means something else in this text) and the translation must be accurate, hence my nit-picking attitude.
If you have any ideas, they’ll be much appreciated.
A question for you, guys
So, there are a lot of novels taking place during the American Civil War, but I don’t know of any novels set during the American Revolutionary War.
And I’ve had a mighty need for some time to get my hands on such a novel. Not a book of non-fiction about the war, but a novel - be it a fictional biography, or just a story about random people - I need to read it. Preferably novels, plural. I just really love this time period and I’d love to enjoy it from a fictional point of view. But it needs to be good, as in the author did actual research and used it in their novel(s), not just referenced what they saw in The Patriot.
Recommendations are very much appreciated.
[found this in my writing file, originally based on THIS picture)
She is a warrior and she speaks the language of war.
She has been fighting her entire life; to be spared ignorance; to be excluded from a life of humility that did not agree with her temperament; to be a woman of her own free will, not defined by any man.
She does not wish to be a man, or like a man; she simply wants to be her own self. No one understands. Not one soul comprehends her need to express her love for the homeland that bore her.
She is not respected and wanted by her kin. Her village shunned her and she does not mourn this loss, nor harbours regrets, for that world is far too small to be able to contain her. She is not a woman ahead of her time. She is an outcast in every sense of the word; unnatural; possessed by the Devil.
(Their consolation and explanation for the way nature has shaped her.)
She did not cut her hair as a matter of principle. She does not wish to hide behind the mask of a man, with shorn hair and breasts bound by a band and flattened against her chest. She wants to be a woman and a warrior. She wants to defend the harmless and slay the wicked, shedding their blood without mercy. She wants to bathe in scented water and pick flowers in the meadow. She wants it all.
She is a mercenary. Some armies want her and most generals reject her, but as long as one soldier welcomes her by his side, she is content.
The battle of her life will never become easy. She can’t be tamed and won’t be tamed for the sake of comfort and a life without worries. She has the sea inside her and it rises to each moon of war, unable to resist the call of swords.
She knows she will die with a sword in her hand, on a cold, blood-soaked ground, and it is the destiny she has chosen for herself.
For she is a warrior, and she is a woman with passion in her heart, and she is never alone, for there shall always be wars.
And the sea shall always give itself to the moon.
My emotional state right now: Loki
OH MY GOD!
Why do people ship a hobbit and a dragon???
Smaug is a dragon, Bilbo is a hobbit. Smaug is a dragon, Bilbo is potential food. Smaug doesn’t have Benedict’s face, alright? And he is not Benedict-sized either. Smaug has a lizard’s face and is probably about (if not more) 160 feet (50 metres) long. Do you understand what I’m getting at?
How do you ship them?! I’m so frustrated by this. Look, I get a lot of ships and crackships, but this isn’t even a crackship. Please. Just…. don’t. Please.
Does everything always have to be about shipping?
I was asked today if I “happen to like LOTR and just Tolkien in general, maybe”.
HOLY CRAP SMAUG’S VOICE
I have an Evenstar!
My LOTR geekdom has reached its peak!
I’m translating an absolutely horrible medical text that I really don’t understand at all. Like, medicine, what. Luckily, our school had field trips for future cooks yesterday, and today as well, so I didn’t have to teach, but I am so motivated to get this translation out of the way that, in only one day and a half, I’m two thirds of the way through it, and it’s a long text! Normally, it’d take me a week to translate such a text, but I hate it so much that I’ll be finished in the span of three days.
(Luckily I translate medical texts often, so at least I know some terminology already, which definitely makes things easier. I just don’t know what anything means.)
Motivation is powerful. It should be a superpower or something.
We have a new baby!
My cousin’s wife had a baby girl a few hours ago, their second child (both girls). We are really close, so to me it’s like getting a new niece.
I am incredibly excited and happy, and so are the parents!
Tumblr has a very sarcastic attitude.
I can’t say that I’m surprised.
Activity did a thing:
Am I right? Now we know the real Batman.
Tomorrow is my birthday
and this is the cake I just finished for tomorrow; I made it by myself (‘smug little shit’ alert):
I finally finished watching S1 of Hemlock Grove.
Current mood: frustrated.
Whenever I start writing a dark/dramatic/tragic scene (just something really bad, like maybe a murder), the most important question I always ask myself is:
How can I make it even worse for my characters?