500 years ago a man called William Shakespeare was born 23rd April 1564 in Stratfford upon Avon. He was quite famous for his work as was he for his sexual escapades. He had many relationships with many women and also with a man.
“The lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence from the restaurants and designer boutiques that lined the marina. The faint wind brushed against the water’s surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shattered the reflection of the harbour” versus “it was a starry night”. Should we even bother to compare the two sentences? A little superfluity doesn’t hurt, does it now? All it has done is beautified the sentence, elucidated it more and provided small little details that has enabled us to feel the stars above us and the water below us. Continue reading Emotional superfluity while writing