On Mon, 29 Apr 2002 02:46:02 -0500 Nicholas Leifker <nightelf@thekeep.org> wrote:
I'm back...
Does that mean we should lock up our daughters or small furry creatures?
The ice cream tasted {differently than : differet than : differently from} what she remembered.
The first sign of trouble was the sound of crying; the second, a more
forceful cry. "Give it back, Ken-chan!" Akane sighed; one of the
problems with telling {: about} some of Ranma's heroics to Kaori was that she
tended to want to be heroic herself - as she stood over a crying Akemi.
Ranma sighed, rose from her position, and put her arms around Kaori.
"Kaori-chan... how did you learn to do that?"
"I watched you do it, Papa-chan," Kaori said quietly, her face set in a
punishment-awaiting frown. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
I love this. Little pitchers have big eyes too. The "I'm in trouble..."
is priceless.
The Art, Akane had come to realize, was something beyond what she knew.
Sure, she knew how to fight, and could more than hold her own in a
scrap. Any teacher worth her salt could do as much. But those who knew
the Art, who lived and breathed and thought the Art... those people were
rare, and almost beyond understanding. They simply mastered how to use
their bodies, down to the slightest movement of a finger, and knew how
to {use : put} that intimate knowledge to best use.
Very moving.