Daisy's Online Journal

She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Iambic metre

MACBETH

You know your own degrees; sit down: at first

And last the hearty welcome. 

(Welcome everyone, come sit down and enjoy.)

Lords

Thanks to your majesty.

(Thank you your majesty)

MACBETH

Ourself will mingle with society,

And play the humble host.

Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time

We will require her welcome.

(we will talk with everyone as well as playing the host, we will wait for when Lady Macbeth will welcome everyone.)

LADY MACBETH

Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;

For my heart speaks they are welcome.

(Say welcome for me, to everyone.)

First Murderer appears at the door

MACBETH

See, they encounter thee with their hearts’ thanks.

Both sides are even: here I’ll sit i’ the midst:

Be large in mirth; anon we’ll drink a measure

The table round.  

(And they will respond to you with their hearts as well.

The table is full on both sides. I will sit here in the middle. Be free and happy. Soon we will toast around the table.)

Approaching the door

There’s blood on thy face.

(There is blood on your face.)

First Murderer

‘Tis Banquo’s then.

(Then it must be Banquo’s blood)

MACBETH

‘Tis better thee without than he within.

Is he dispatch’d?

(it is better without him here. Is he dead?)

First Murderer

My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

(My lord, I cut his throat.)

MACBETH

Thou art the best o’ the cut-throats: yet he’s good

That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,

Thou art the nonpareil.

( you are the best to cut the throats, did you do the same to Fleance, if you did, you are supreme )

First Murderer

Most royal sir,

Fleance is ‘scaped.

(Most royal Macbeth, Fleance has escaped)

MACBETH

Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect,

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,

As broad and general as the casing air:

But now I am cabin’d, cribb’d, confined, bound in

To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo’s safe?

( I am angry, everything else had been perfect, as perfect as a whole marble, stong as a rock, as big as the air, but I am now restricted, bound into my own doubts and fears, but is Banquo safe?)

First Murderer

Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,

With twenty trenched gashes on his head;

The least a death to nature.

(Yes my lord, he is lying dead in a ditch with gashes all over him)

MACBETH

Thanks for that:

There the grown serpent lies; the worm that’s fled

Hath nature that in time will venom breed,

No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow

We’ll hear, ourselves, again.

(Thanks for that. The adult snake lies in the ditch. The young snake that escaped will in time become a threat, but for now, he has no fangs. Get out of here. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.)

Exit Murderer

LADY MACBETH

My royal lord,

You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold

That is not often vouch’d, while ’tis a-making,

‘Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home;

From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;

Meeting were bare without it.

(king there is no joy, we have given the welcome but now they are waiting to be fed)

MACBETH

Sweet remembrancer!

Now, good digestion wait on appetite,

And health on both!

(oh no! It’s ok the food will be out soon.)

LENNOX

May’t please your highness sit.

(Please sit your highness)

The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in MACBETH’s place

MACBETH

Here had we now our country’s honour roof’d,

Were the graced person of our Banquo present;

Who may I rather challenge for unkindness

Than pity for mischance!

(We would have everyone noble in Scotland here if Banquo was present, I hope that he is late and nothing bad has happened to him)

ROSS

His absence, sir,

Lays blame upon his promise. Please’t your highness

To grace us with your royal company.

(He’s absent sir, he broke his promise. Please your highness, grace us with your company)

MACBETH

The table’s full.

(the table’s full.)

LENNOX

Here is a place reserved, sir.

(There is a place reserved for you here, sir.)

MACBETH

Where?

(where?)

LENNOX

Here, my good lord. What is’t that moves your highness?

(Here my lord, what’s wrong with your highness?)

MACBETH

Which of you have done this?

(which one of you did this?)

Lords

What, my good lord?

(What, My good lord?)

MACBETH

Thou canst not say I did it: never shake

Thy gory locks at me. (You can’t say that I did it, don’t shake your head at me)

ROSS

Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.

(Stand up gentlemen, his highness is not well)

LADY MACBETH

Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,

And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat;

The fit is momentary; upon a thought

He will again be well: if much you note him,

You shall offend him and extend his passion:

Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?

(Sit down my friends, my husband is often like this, even when he was a child, please sit down. This is just a brief fit, he will be well again, don’t pay attention to him or he will be angry, just eat your food. Are you a man?)

MACBETH

Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that

Which might appal the devil.

(Yes and a bold one, a daring look that might appeal to the devil.)

LADY MACBETH

O proper stuff!

This is the very painting of your fear:

This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,

Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,

Impostors to true fear, would well become

A woman’s story at a winter’s fire,

Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!

Why do you make such faces? When all’s done,

You look but on a stool.

( Oh proper stuff! This is your fears, the murder weapon that you killed duncun with, these flaws and starts are not close to what real fear is, what would become storys pasted down generations. Shameful! Why do you make those faces, when everything is done, you look like a king on the throne.)

MACBETH

Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo!

how say you?

Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.

If charnel-houses and our graves must send

Those that we bury back, our monuments

Shall be the maws of kites.

(Please just look over there, look! (To Ghost) Look, see, what do you have to say? What do I care? If you can nod then speak as well. If the dead are going to return from their graves, then there is nothing to stop the birds from eating their bodies, so we might as well not bury our people at all.)

GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes

LADY MACBETH

What, quite unmann’d in folly?

(What? Has your foolishness paralyzed you?)

MACBETH

If I stand here, I saw him.

(As sure as I’m standing here, I saw him.)

LADY MACBETH

Fie, for shame!

(Nonsense!)

MACBETH

Blood hath been shed ere now, i’ the olden time,

Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;

Ay, and since too, murders have been perform’d

Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,

That, when the brains were out, the man would die,

And there an end; but now they rise again,

With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,

And push us from our stools: this is more strange

Than such a murder is.

(blood has been shed now, and in the past. Horrible murders happen everyday, but now they have come back as ghosts.) 

LADY MACBETH

My worthy lord,

Your noble friends do lack you.

(my worthy lord, your noble friends miss you.)

MACBETH

I do forget.

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,

I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing

To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;

Then I’ll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table,

And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;

Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,

And all to all.

(I forgot about them. Don’t be shocked on my account, my friends. I have a strange condition which doesn’t surprise those who know me well. (raising his glass to toast the guests) Come, let’s toast to love and health to you all. Now I’ll sit down. Give me some wine. Fill my cup.)

Lords 

Our duties, and the pledge.

(Hear hear!)

Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO

MACBETH

Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with!

(Go! Out of my sight! Stay in the ground. Your bones no longer contain marrow, your blood is cold. You’re looking at me with eyes that can no longer see.)

LADY MACBETH

Think of this, good peers,

But as a thing of custom: ’tis no other;

Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

(Good friends, this is nothing more than a habit. It’s nothing else. It’s only spoiling our pleasure tonight)

MACBETH

What man dare, I dare:

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,

The arm’d rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves

Shall never tremble: or be alive again,

And dare me to the desert with thy sword;

If trembling I inhabit then, protest me

The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!

Unreal mockery, hence!

(I am as brave as any other man to come at me in the form of a rugged Russain bear, the armed rhinoceros, or a tiger from Iran. Take any shape other than the one you have now and I will never be scared . Or come back to life again and challenge me to a duel. If I am scared then call me a little girl, get out of here you horrible ghost, you’re a hallucination, get out!)

GHOST OF BANQUO leaves

Why, so: being gone,

I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.
( Look, now that it has left, I’m a man again, please stay seated.)

LADY MACBETH

You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,

With most admired disorder.

(you’ve ruined the whole dinner party)

MACBETH

Can such things be,

And overcome us like a summer’s cloud,

Without our special wonder? You make me strange

Even to the disposition that I owe,

When now I think you can behold such sights,

And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,

When mine is blanched with fear.

(How can such things happen, overcome us without our curiosity? When you look at these terrible things, you keep a straight face, whilst mine is white with fear)

ROSS

What sights, my lord?

(What things my lord?)

LADY MACBETH

I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;

Question enrages him. At once, good night:

Stand not upon the order of your going,

But go at once.

(please don’t speak to him, he’s gone a bit mad. I’m sorry you all have to leave in such a hurry and I hope you had a good night.)

LENNOX

Good night; and better health

Attend his majesty!

(Good night, and i hope his majesty gets better soon.)

LADY MACBETH

A kind good night to all!

(Good night everyone.)

Everyone leaves except Macbeth and Lady Macbeth

MACBETH

It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:

Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;

Augurs and understood relations have

By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth

The secret’st man of blood. What is the night?

( everything will have blood and get revenge for unnatural things have come alive, what is the time of night?) 

LADY MACBETH

Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

(almost morning, hard to tell whether it’s day or night)  

MACBETH

How say’st thou, that Macduff denies his person

At our great bidding?

(Why do you think that Macduff refuses to come when I command him?)

LADY MACBETH

Did you send to him, sir?

(Did you ask for him sir?)

MACBETH

I hear it by the way; but I will send:

There’s not a one of them but in his house

I keep a servant fee’d. I will to-morrow,

And betimes I will, to the weird sisters:

More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,

By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,

All causes shall give way: I am in blood

Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,

Returning were as tedious as go o’er:

Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;

Which must be acted ere they may be scann’d.

(I have paid for a servant to spy. Tomorrow I will go find the witches and I will make them tell me what is going on. My safety is the most important thing to me, I have caused so much trouble that I can’t go any further. I cannot go back. I have plans that i need to put in action before i think about it.) 

LADY MACBETH

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

(You don’t seem like yourself, you should get some sleep)

MACBETH

Come, we’ll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse

Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:

We are yet but young in deed.

(Let’s go to sleep, My strange delusions are what causes my fear: We are new to crime)

End

Hypothesis

Text communication is more similar to speech than written language

I can gather this information by using text conversations and comparing them to something that has been written and a conversation

Plan

• slang and/or informal language
• The instantaneous nature of texting and how fast the replies are
• the words that are left out of sentences yet still make sense, ommissions.
• onomatopoeia
• verbal fillers

Slang examples

• Snatched
• Extra
• Tea
• Basic
• Busted
• trash
• Gucci
• I swear to g
• dying
• salty
• shipped
• woke

How fast texting is

• 95% of texts are read within 3 minutes of being sent according to viber.com
• because it’s fast it can

omissions

• This is closer to speech as you don’t have to include every word into your sentences and the person you’re communicating to still get the idea. this happens in the text as well yet when writing, you have to be much more formal otherwise person who is reading may not understand what you have meant.

Introduction

Since 1992, when the first text message was sent, the English language has only become more advanced. People of the younger generations have found ways to manipulate speech and text for efficiency reasons. Slang, and other language features, have allowed the use of new words and abbreviations, benefiting the person using them. Texting in our day to day lives is much like speech rather than the written language. The omissions and verbal fillers used while messaging represent where we may pause in a real conversation.

How fast texting is

Real-time speech is similar to a text conversation, in the sense that in the time you answer a text message can often give the effect of having a conversation. When we speak to one another the conversation is direct and fast, same goes for texting. There is no need to reply to a text with a lengthy paragraph. You have a conversation with each other. When writing a letter or book you don’t have the opportunity to give small, sharp answers. Full paragraphs have to be written, as it takes time for the piece of writing to be delivered to the recipient. People are consumed by what’s on their phones constantly. The new york times states that on average, Americans will check their phone every 12 minutes, or around 80 times a day, and if they aren’t watching it, their phone will most likely be somewhere near or close to them. This means that when you send a text, the chances of them replying are extremely high. 95% of the text messages you have sent are read within 3 minutes of being sent according to viber.com. ( haven’t finished )

Slang

The words we use in everyday speech are implemented into the things we send when texting each other. Slang is a language feature that’s used as a way of shorting down words to fit the writer or speakers needs. When we speak to one another the slang we use indicates a closeness or bond between two people. It’s in an informal way of speaking, yet is used while texting. While writing something important to someone there is no slang involved. This is because the thing you are writing may go out to a lot of people and you want to communicate your idea to as many people as possible. Everyone is taught the same formal language, that means when writing, everyone reverts to formal as it is understood by everyone. We adapt while speaking which is why our slang is in our modern language ( haven’t finished)

Omissions/ verbal fillers

Filling in the silence between two thought or ideas by adding a sound is a verbal filler. We use these in everyday conversation to add noise during speech where there usually is none. Sounds such as umm, err and ahh are all verbal fillers and are used to stop a gap in conversation. Verbal fillers can be used to show politeness, as if you add these words in front of “No” it’s not as blunt. Instead, it sounds more like “oh, umm, not really sorry.” Verbal filers can also be used when the speaker knows whats they’re saying may be hard to understand or deep and wants to take a pause to let the listener think about what they have said for a brief moment. As well as being used in real-life conversations, verbal fillers are also used in texting and the same rules apply. because texting is very much short sentences going backwards and forwards between each other, the writer may take a gap and add ” umm” or “err.” Each verbal filler also has a slightly different meaning and can change depending on how its written, where it’s been used or the capitals and grammar around it. ” I think I love you” sounds very blunt but true and is very to the point. ” ahhh, i think i, errr love you”

Conclusion

Hedging is used to tone down what you are saying and leave some uncertainty in your speech or opinion, that way if you are then caught out or proven wrong, what you have said can be taken back much more easily. When hedging you are telling the person you don’t fully believe what you are saying without directly telling them. This can be an advantage for both the person talking and the opposition. The opposition knows that you aren’t fully convinced in what you are saying and that gives them the opportunity to attack you. Your opinions can be knocked down, as how is anyone supposed to believe what you are saying if you don’t believe it yourself?

*music playing from phone*

v1: yeah?

v2: oh, thanks for answering geser, ya know what I mean?

v3: gimme that, where you been fool? makin us rinse out our credit leavin you messages and that

v2: Mr doors is well on the warpath with you bruv yeah

v1: cause of the bagga now

v2: what bag?! cause you missed the lesson you cheat

v3: gimme that, the bag weren’t a problem, teggsy never mentioned it, he bottled it, oi ya come’n over to mine later to play computa

v1: nah man I’m not home now , i got business i gotta run

v3: what business?!

v1: business that minds it own… I’m out

Wandering in and out of the town’s Alleyway, people cram between the small nooks and corridors of the city. Ice crystallizes on the upper lip of some of winter’s victims. Pinpricking the skin, the ice glues itself down to the face. It tears off any hairs that meet with the winter frost. Swerving, the fridged people make their way through the intricacy of bodies.
Hanging off the gutters of a bookstore, are shards of ice. Tumbling, they hit the pavement below, shattering into thousands of glass-like fragments. Light of the moon reflects off them as the rays bounce around the windows in a peculiar manner.
A little old shop sat at the end of the road. A striped red and white awning hangs over the edge, columns spiralling up the sides.
The chime of a bell rings as the door falls ajar, the jingle isnt much louder then the surry of feet. The door closes, all is quiet. Only the sound of scattered movement, shoes rubbing against the torn carpet.
A striking flowered wallpaper hangs off the wall, peeling at the seams. Hundreds of bookcases conceal treasured information about the world of wizardry. Novels stack on top of each other, spilling over the sides of the shelves.
A blast of warm air shoots down from the heat pump thats suspended on the wall, right over the door.
The aroma of musty books swivels around the room. Dust dances as its swept off a book, flying in and around of shelving until falling upon a new novel.
There are eight main shelves that stand out from the rest, each one towering to the ceiling. They buckle under the weight of the books.
The shelves that were once lathered in a mahogany finish are now starting to flake and crack. Some, letting their original colour seep through. If one were to run their fingertips along the grain of the wood, the paint would deteriorate and crumble. Its refurbish was long overdue.
The eight bookcases separated into halves. Four on the left, four on the right. They’re parted in the middle, creating a corridor leading to the counter. There’s a red Persian rug rolled down the centre. It’s tattered from the hundreds of shoes, fraying the exterior.
Behind the counter were paintings of famous wizards, suspended with one nail each. Drooping, they sway with the breeze as a customer enters the bookshop. On the counter near the back was a computer. Storing information about every book that entered the store. A jar of hard caramel – candies sat atop the counter, the children drawn to them. The reminiscence of yesterday’s morning coffee was the only thing sitting in a small cup near the front. Piles upon piles of books, stack on top of each other overflowing the desk. Leaving the store, people carry the weight of their books out through the door.

A rotting branch plummeted towards the ground. Maggots crawled out of its crevices and darted in and out between the holes. This tree was one of the very few trees left, its friends being taken away, truckloads at a time, murdered, just to fuel the greedy human’s desires. Whispers of the trees, as they were all slowly being pulled to the ground by the earth’s gravity. The suns halo being pulled away by the clouds.

8964 hours, 373 days, that was the length of time that he had been working at the repulsive woodcutter’s. He glanced to the sky, the suns halo being pulled away by the clouds. hacking he pulled his axe out of the tree, only to swing it again once more. the tree fell, crashing to the ground. a machine pulled in next to him. Wood being hosted into the truck. they were being taken away truckloads at a time, murdered, just to fuel him and his families needs. a rotting branch plummeted to the ground maggots darting in between it crevices

Mr Jones of the manor farm. Locked hen-houses. Extremely drunk. The popholes left unlocked. Lanterns light dancing side to side. He lurched across the yard. Boots kicked off. Left at the back door. One last glass of beer. Reaching to the barrel in the scullery. Walking. Making his way to his bed. Mrs Jones was snoring.

There I was. Running away from one of the highest security museums in the world. Mona Lisa in hands. Ricky was next to me, clutching his radio, communicating back to home base. How? How did four regular teenage kids, manage to steal the most famous painting in the world? I don’t know. Yet, here I am, my feet barely skimming the ground. I turn. The guards that were chasing us have stopped and turned around, moving their way back to the museum. This is it. I tear around the corner, yelling for Ricky to move faster.

I see our getaway car in front of us, the boot is open and I yell at our driver. She’s an exchange student all the way from Poland, needless to say, shes a terrible driver, but we didn’t have many choices. I throw the painting in the boot and shut it.

“step on it!” Ricky screams

Walking, he moved through the mall. The boy ran to his best friend who was walking the other way. When they saw each other, both of them stopped and began to talk.

” How are you?” His friend asked.

” I’m mostly okay” his friend responded.

The girl ran down the road as fast as she possibly could.

Running, the girl tore down the road as fast as she possibly could.

As fast as she possibly could, the girl ran down the road.

Down the road, she ran, as fast as she possibly could.

Fast, the girl ran down the road.

Crying, the child began to choke on the sand. Her vision blurring over, tears rolling down her cheeks. coughing and spluttering, the blood erupted out of her mouth causing the interior walls of the sandpit to become drenched with red splatters. the other children, once playing in unison, looked upon her in horror, screaming, as if to get back their bloodsoaked, once innocent playmate. The aroma of metallic blood seeped through the air.

Without the letter W

Speeding, my foot took to the rocks. Sub-zero gales cut across my cheeks, my eyes blurring over. The tip of my tongue catching the tears that caress the side of my face. I jump at the sound of the thunder. Only a couple more minutes until I reach my camp. The storm gains on me. It’s becoming harder to differentiate the difference of my salty tears and the rain dripping off my chin. My knee grazes the at the studded rocks as I lose my footing. Grunting, I lift myself back up, pushing off the rocks that have clung to my knee. My gaze moves to the sky and I observe the clouds for one split second.

Without the letter M

Speeding, her foot took to the rocks. Sub-zero gales cut across her cheeks, blue eyes blurring over. The tip of her tongue caught the tears that were caressing the side of her face. She jumped at the sound of the thunder. Only a few further seconds, until she reaches camp. The blizzard was gaining on her. It’s was getting harder to differentiate the difference of her salty tears and the rain dripping off of her chin. The girls knee grazes the at the studded rocks as she looses her footing. Grunting, she lifts herself back up, pushing off the rocks that have clung to her knee. The girls gaze moved across the sky as she observed the clouds for one split second.