Monday, May 21, 2012
Timed Writing: 5/18/2012
Time: 10 minutes
Prompt: "... nothing was to be left to chance ... "
Source: 1 x 5 x 3 + 1 x 1 = 16 = The Nonexistent Knight by Italo Calvino
The director told us that nothing was to be left to chance. Sigurt had chuckled at this, drawing a keen glare from the director.
"But ma'am," he said, "ultimately it's all up to chance -- regardless of how scrupulously we execute your designs."
"Ultimately, yes, you are correct -- at least in theory." The director's cool tone congealed further to a hard iciness as she continued: "Practically, however, you have the capacity to reduce the role of chance to such an infinitesimally minute point, that it may be safely ignored. So slight, in fact, should the influence of chance be on tonight's proceedings, that if I were to observe the occurrence of anything untoward or unexpected, I would be forced to assume that it was due to deliberate sabotage. Only after exclusion of all probable saboteurs, would I find myself compelled to redirect my attention to you, my devoted assistants, and dissect every facet of your contributions for chinks of negligence or crevices of ineptitude into which that abominable chance might have gained foothold."
Without waiting for further acknowledgement, Madame the Director exited the staging chamber through a crackling transport pane, leaving us to cough on the resulting puff of ozone and oxidized nitrogen.
(about my timed writing exercises)
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