http://www.democraticunderground.com/discu... I write romance novels, and I love them. But occasionally, an author will fill a book with bad purple prose. How about this passage from Richard Cohen?
"The e-mails pulse in my queue, emanating raw hatred.....The hatred is back. I know it's only words now appearing on my computer screen, but the words are so angry, so roiled with rage, that they are the functional equivalent of rocks once so furiously hurled during antiwar demonstrations."
My version, "The letter pulsed in Lord Whittleby's hand, emanating raw sensuality...the passion was back. He knew it was only words appearing on the luxurious vellum, but the words were so pregnant with possibility, so roiled with poignancy, that they were the functional equivalent of bricks once so threateningly cast at the Summer Palace during the French revolution."
