Janet Taylor-Perry wrote:Memphis! I so interpreted your "punctuated" sentence to be about someone who might be transgender. A woman on the outside--Alas, her man is nothing.
Janet, I wish it was my punctuated sentence. I'm a big fan of power punctuation.
What I'm seeing in this thread is the wondrous places Vern's powerfully punctuated sentence has taken the imaginations of several of us who aspire to creative writing.
Your context reminds me of the arc of Caitlyn Marie Jenner's nee William Bruce Jenner's "nothing".https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caitlyn_Jenner
And if you consider Jenner's early life a struggle to prove his masculinity, the "nothing" reminds me of this snippet from Shakespeare:
"...And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
¡Some nothing—Olympic decathlon champion—Bruce Jenner's struggle to understand himself!
Which reminds me of Dylan Thomas's great poem:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Memphis Trace