Discourse and Discourse Analysis
Discourse and Discourse Analysis
Discourse and Discourse Analysis
Written version
The use of this method of control
unquestionably leads to safer and faster trains
running in the most adverse weather
conditions.
Spoken version
You can control the trains this way/ and if you do that/ you can
be quite sure/ that they’ll be able to run more safely and more
quickly/ than they would otherwise/ no matter how bad the
weather gets
1. What are the differences between discourse and the other units
of language?
2. What makes a cluster of sentences a piece of discourse?
3. What are the reasons for the differences between spoken and
written language.
PRACTICE
Prove the following essay is a written text.
I have always been fascinated by carnival rides. It
amazes me that average, ordinary people eagerly
trade in the serenity of the ground for the chance
to be tossed through the air like vegetables in a
food processor. It amazes me that at some time in
history someone thought that people would enjoy
this, and that person invented what must have
been the first of these terrifying machines. For me,
it is precisely the thrill and excitement of having
survived the ride that keeps me coming back for
more.
My first experience with a carnival ride was a Ferris
wheel at a local fair. Looking at that looming
monstrosity spinning the life out of its sardine-caged
occupants, I was dumbstruck. It was huge, smoky,
noisy and not a little intimidating. Ever since that
initial impression became fossilized in my imagination
many years ago, these rides have reminded me of
mythical beasts, amazing dinosaurs carrying off their
screaming passengers like sacrificial virgins. Even the
droning sound of their engines brings to mind the
great roar of a fire-breathing dragon with smoke
spewing from its exhaust-pipe nostrils.
The first ride on one of these fantastic beasts gave me
an instant rush of adrenaline. As the death-defying ride
started, a lump in my throat pulsed like a dislodged
heart ready to walk the plank. As the ride gained speed,
the resistance to gravity built up against my body until I
was unable to move. An almost imperceptible pause as
the wheel reached the top of its climb allowed my body
to relax in a brief state of normalcy. Then there was an
assault of stomach-turning weightlessness as the
machine continued its rotation and I descended back
toward the earth. A cymbal-like crash vibrated through
the air as the wheel reached bottom, and much to my
surprise I began to rise again.
Each new rotation gave me more confidence in the churning machine.
Every ascent left me elated that I had survived the previous death-
defying fall. When another nerve-wracking climb failed to follow the
last exhilarating descent and the ride was over, I knew I was
hooked. Physically and emotionally drained, I followed my fellow
passengers down the clanging metal steps to reach the safety of my
former footing. I had been spared, but only to have the opportunity
to ride again.
My fascination with these fantastic flights is deeply engrained in my
soul. A trip on the wonderful Ferris wheel never fails to thrill me.
Although I am becoming older and have less time, or less
inclination, to play, the child-like thrill I have on a Ferris wheel
continues with each and every ride.
In this chapter, we have learned: