15 Feb
2001
15 Feb
'01
4:49 a.m.
From: Harriet Bazley harriet@bazley.freeuk.com
He let Blake's voice run on, as the words slid over him in all their persuasive familiarity; neither of them really listening any more. They'd been through this so many times before, so long ago - and now, suddenly, it was no longer the same.
A classic example of how fiction differs from a script. We don't get to hear exactly what Blake is saying, whereas a script would have to have it down word for word. But the significance - to Vila - of what he's saying comes across very clearly, more clearly perhaps than it would in a script.
Nice bit of writing, anyway
Neil