The noise on the street was deafening, despite the perceptible silence. A high-pitched vitriolic squeal erupted from a near by place, causing all to awaken once more. The squeal, was yet so peaceful, it was also undeniably so. Yet, it was so venomous, as if it had been awakening; from a pro-longed slumber.
A voice unexpectedly came from a near by house, a soothing voice, a voice with reason, with passion. This was only too met, by one not so soothing, but on the contra irritating, and without reason.
… The man said in an almost, undeniable lucid tone… ‘The whole debate on foxhunting is for many people, the issue of cruelty. Hunt supporters say hunting is kinder than the alternatives. Opponents say hunting is cruel and unnecessary.’ Gestured the man in a very irritated voice, as though he had repeated this upon many occasions. It was as though, he possessed a voice of reason. The man spoke as if he alone could speak for those who could not.
‘B… bu… but…’ The other man retorted in an exasperated tone. As though judgment, had already been passed upon him, as though he had already been judged, on the very thing which, enables him to boil with passion… The ‘sport’ of “Fox-Hunting”.
A silently deadly glare burned within the other mans eyes, as if he was silently condemning the man to eternal damnation. Rapidly, the wind howled with an unforgivable anger. It has fortunately passed, as soon as it arrived. And it was gone once more…
‘No, I don’t want to hear it. I’ve heard it all before, you’ve always claimed fox-hunting shouldn’t be banned. Alas, you still fail to recognize how inhumane it is, to kill a fox’. Said the other man; in a slightly exasperated voice.
‘Oh, be quiet. He said. ‘You always take that route; you just try to claim the honorable position here, without even explaining why it should be banned.’
‘Oh – well – I guess you’re right. I suppose…’ He retorted cowardly…
Silence fell upon the room. There was noise no more, not even a single tap. Alas, it was as though he had no more retorts. No more reports to justify why this despicable act should be banned…
… Then suddenly…
‘I would like to make it quite clear that we cannot proceed on banning fox hunting because it’s unnecessary. A lot of people who want the ban argue that it is unnecessary so it should be banned’. The man said in a monotonous tone, alas, this statement was arid, and didn’t consist of any justification. Silence fell once more…
‘You claim that it’s wrong, yes? You claim that it’s, ‘immoral’. Yet, you haven’t attempted to try this sport. So much for your philosophy… “To try everything once”. I can clearly see how your ‘philosophy’, has played a big part in your pedantic views.’
The man got up, almost instantaneously to the echoing of this very profound sentence. He walked, silently. To one end of the room, then back. Gathering his thoughts, his views. He thought to himself “My views are undeniably not pedantic, I have very clear, and non-obscure views. Unlike his…”
Informal Register:
My informal register work, will be done in a script way. I will have two characters; one will be called Scott, the other Mathew. Scott, will be the non-smoker, thus making him the opposing argument. While Mathew is the smoker.
Scott: Why the hell did you take up smoking, you idiot?
Mathew: What?! Since when as it been up to you to decide what I do? It’s my damn life… I’ll do what I bloody damn well want to do. Keep out of my business…
Scott: Clam down, you fool. Well, you’re my friend, and I’ll damn well get involved in your “business”, as you like to call it.
Mathew: Whatever…
Scott: You’ll only end up having cancer, it’s not worth it. Do you think it makes you look ‘cool’? You know, smoking that is.
Mathew: Cancer beats the bloody alternative… who in their right mind would want to grow old? Idiot…
Scott: Growing old is a part of life, you know. As they say “Ignorant is bliss”. You want to die, do you? You’ll never see your cowing grandchildren grow up. The alternative to that is cancer, so I disagree with your comment. Who the hell would want cancer… the murderer without a conscious. You still haven’t answered my question, do you think it’s ‘cool’? Does it make you look ‘big’, ‘n’ hard, in front of your mates?
Mathew: Do you think I give a crap? I couldn’t give a damn whether it made me look “cool”, “hard”, or whatever! Why don’t you bugger off?
Scott: Whatever man… you’re an idiot. A fool, you know they talk about you, right? Everyone’s saying you smell ‘n’ stuff like that… See, smoking does that. But, I suppose you “don’t give a damn”?
Mathew: Yeah, that’s right. Glad we got that stupid crap out of the way.
Scott: Your answer to everything isn’t it, “Yeah, that’s right”? Why don’t you bugger off? I don’t want to have someone smoking around me, do I?
Mathew: Well, why you still here then? I don’t want you here, bugger off.
Scott: Why don’t you just quit? It’s not good for you…
