For a while you couldn’t tell who would win. The armies were like two exhausted swimmers clinging to each other and struggling in the water, unable to move. The villainous rebel Macdonwald was supported by foot soldiers and horsemen from Ireland and the Hebrides, and Lady Luck was with him, smiling cruelly at his enemies as if she were his whore. But Luck and Macdonwald together weren’t strong enough. Brave Macbeth, laughing at Luck, chopped his way through to Macdonwald, who didn’t even have time to say good-bye or shake hands before Macbeth split him open from his navel to his jawbone and stuck his head on our castle walls.
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September 21, 2016 at 3:45 pm
Tobias, this is excellent. Not only have you captured a great deal of the original intention of the passage, but you’re also clearly paying close attention to your capital letters and grammar – all of which makes this a great pleasure to read.
Did you catch the bit about the mercenary army from Ireland in class today?
CW