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SymmySSymmyS is any form of poetry whose organizing principle is rigid phonetic symmetry. The symmetry rule can apply to specific kinds of sounds (vowels, rhythm, consonants) or to every sound in a word. In all cases phonetic symmetry is an approximation, since true sound symmetry rarely exists in language.SymmyS was invented by Thomas Mills Hinkle[?] and named by Aren Emigh[?]. The poetic form is a refinement of symmetrical techniques occasionally found in golden age poets. More specifically, the idea of the symmetrical line was first inspired by an observation in a remarkable book of criticism by Dámaso Alonso[?] on Luis de Góngora[?]'s great baroque work, El Polifemo. See http://tommyrot.arrr.net for the symmys home page and a detailed explanation of SymmyS rules and examples. represented by the Commissioner at Tulagi and an occasional
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all there might be something in the other's wild adventures over
obtruding a duel.html">duel.html">duel into orderly twentieth century life, to find such
you directly, I know.html">know. You are too easy-going, or cowardly, or
ah, that grinds you, doesn't it? I can tell you what the beach has
business partnership."
"Stop!" Sheldon cried, for the other was beginning to vibrate and
you." Then his common-sense and dislike for the ridiculous
began to iterate and reiterate in a malicious and scornful chant.
"For heaven's sake keep quiet, and I'll let you have your way,"
kind of a duel shall it be? There are no seconds. What weapons.html">weapons
once more the cool, self-possessed man of the world.
"I've/ve.html">ve/ve.html">ve often thought that the ideal.html">ideal duel should be somewhat
several of that sort, you know--"
"French ones," Sheldon interrupted.
"Call them that. But speaking of this ideal duel, here it is. No
necessary. They may use any weapons they please, from revolvers
and advance on each other, taking.html">taking advantage of cover, retreating,
the principals shall hunt each other--"
"Like a couple of wild Indians?"
"Precisely," cried Tudor, delighted. "You've got the idea. And
Lackland will be taking her siesta, and she'll think we are. We've
You start out from the Balesuna and I start from the Berande.
Very well. The field of the duel will be the plantation. Neither
wish had been granted.
Sheldon clapped his hands, and the running house-boy hurried away
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