Drama devision record 3

The haunted bookshop part. I can't seem to move the video for it.















At the start of the first lesson of this week, we were to find 100 words. Here are my 152 which is from a book called Smith: The story of a pickpocket by Leon Garfield.

He was called "Smith" and was twelve years old. 
Which in itself was a marvel: for it seemed as if the 
smallpox, the consumption, brainfever, jailfever, and even 
the hangman's rope had given him a wide berth for fear of 
catching something. Or else they weren't quick enough. 
For Smith had a turn of speed that was remarkable, and 
a neatness in nipping down an alley or vanishing in a 
court that had to be seen to be believed. Not that it was 
often seen: for Smith was rather a sooty spirit of the 
violent and ramshackle Town, and inhabited the tumble- 
down mazes about fat St. Paul's like the strong smells and 
jaundiced air itself. A rat was like a snail beside Smith, 
and the most his thousand or more victims ever got of him 
was the powerful whiff of his passing and a cold draft in 
their dexterously emptied pockets.
These words are good for a chorus, narration or set the scene. 



We are looking at words as they can be used well for different reasons. 

- Numbers and bodies

- Chorus

- Narration

- To set a scene or a role

- To go with a theme



There are different texts that are good for this.

Oral texts such as 

- Poetry

- Telephone

- Conversation

- Speeches

- Jokes



Visual texts such as 

- Labels

- Signs

- Slide shows



Written texts such as 

- Facts

- Stories



Another text in which I will think of ways to present:

This is the first part of the first chapter of The Haunted Bookshop by Christopher Morley


If you are ever in Brooklyn, that borough of superb sunsets and magnificent vistas of husband-propelled baby-carriages, it is to be hoped you may chance upon a quiet by-street where there is a very remarkable bookshop.

This bookshop, which does business under the unusual name "Parnassus at Home," is housed in one of the comfortable old brown-stone dwellings which have been the joy of several generations of plumbers and cockroaches. The owner of the business has been at pains to remodel the house to make it a more suitable shrine for his trade, which deals entirely in second-hand volumes. There is no second-hand bookshop in the world more worthy of respect.

It was about six o'clock of a cold November evening, with gusts of rain splattering upon the pavement, when a young man proceeded uncertainly along Gissing Street. Then he pushed on for a few minutes, at last reaching the address he sought. Over the entrance his eye was caught by the sign:

PARNASSUS AT HOME
R. AND H. MIFFLIN
BOOKLOVERS WELCOME!
THIS SHOP IS HAUNTED
I could present this in a way to set a scene, after all, that is it's purpose. I removed a line or two from this text.