So, finally catching up but better late than never, I hope:
Nice title. Be interesting to see where it's headed.
Datapoint, drawn from an experience I do not recommend: when running for your life, you don't have time for half that much thought, even down a long street with a fair start. The world goes flat and immediate as a bucketload of water in the face, and the mind remarkably non-verbal. In my case, the only wry/hysterical musings I had time for, occurred as my feet skidded at high speed, and extended to "What, this is it? Oh bugger!"
(It wasn't, though I still have the scar, and that was the last time I went out in formal shoes without any tread on them. Scoring the soles makes a useful difference, though a proper inbuilt rubber grip is of course far better. I pass the tip on for what it may be worth.)
The ribbon trick: you do like whipsawing the reader, don't you? I think this actually works better because we know it isn't going to end well.
The beginning: if you want a giggle some time, and haven't run into it already, Google "Bulwer-Lytton dark and stormy night". It's just one opening sentence, and a masterpiece of its kind. One Victorian sentence.
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Nice title. Be interesting to see where it's headed.
Datapoint, drawn from an experience I do not recommend: when running for your life, you don't have time for half that much thought, even down a long street with a fair start. The world goes flat and immediate as a bucketload of water in the face, and the mind remarkably non-verbal. In my case, the only wry/hysterical musings I had time for, occurred as my feet skidded at high speed, and extended to "What, this is it? Oh bugger!"
(It wasn't, though I still have the scar, and that was the last time I went out in formal shoes without any tread on them. Scoring the soles makes a useful difference, though a proper inbuilt rubber grip is of course far better. I pass the tip on for what it may be worth.)
The ribbon trick: you do like whipsawing the reader, don't you? I think this actually works better because we know it isn't going to end well.
The beginning: if you want a giggle some time, and haven't run into it already, Google "Bulwer-Lytton dark and stormy night". It's just one opening sentence, and a masterpiece of its kind. One Victorian sentence.