Contrary to our outlook, constraints ironically bring us triumph during calamity. Or so thought that outstanding author ‘V. Wright’ training his mind for his final narration that was a profanity of Anglo-Saxon writing in its own right.
‘Gadsby, Champion of Youth’ is now and always stay in my list as ………
“Vinay stop doing that irritating sound…… I am trying my brains off just to publish a blog that will not obtain criticisms about my acronyms. Thank you.”
Anyway that book shows what a child could do in conditions of a monotonous calamity. Wright’s introduction says so…
“If youth, throughout all history, had a champion to stand up for it; to show a doubting world that a child can think; and, possibly, do it practically; you wouldn't constantly run across folks today who claim that "a child don't know anything." A child's brain starts functioning at birth; and has, amongst its many infant convolutions, thousands of dormant atoms, into which God has put a mystic possibility for noticing an adult's act, and figuring out its purport.”
A child born into this world has constraints and limits put upon him mostly by his folks and has no option but to follow that path that constricts and disillusions his young individualistic thoughts. Almost all of us dismiss any such thought as a childish fantasy to sustain with our surroundings. But Gadsby was not a child that would sustain such hypocritical and outward inspiration. Summarily and Climatically, Gadsby prompts his town “Branton Hills” through his optimism to transform it from a stagnant municipality into a bustling, thriving city. Opposing his original and unusual antics, stand many antagonists primarily councilman Old Bill Simpkins. A conundrum of such convoluting proportions finally has a conclusion with “Gadsby: Mayor of Branton Hills”.
Not many books support such a story of many thrills with circumlocution in grammar and plots but still show off with a bit of dignity.
MOST IMPORTANTLY IT CONTAINS NOT A WORD THAT ADOPTS APPLICATION OF MC^2= 2.71828183 JUST AS IN THIS BLOG POST!!!!
Trust my wisdom. I know how hard it is to bring forth a writing of a minimum of a margin or two with such fantastic if not apocalyptic constraint. And why did I do it? Just for a bit of fun and also for my nag of playing with POSSIBILITY!!!
P.S. It took two days to do this. Just think what Wright took for around 50,000 words.
P.P.S. And now to finish this arbitrary rant, Constraint is good for victory.
GOOD LUCK!!!!!
