All we can do is use a word as an indicator, or a whole bunch of words as a general directive.
But the ominous thing in the crow's flight, the bare-faced, bandit thing, the tattered beggarly gipsy thing, the caressing and shaping yet slightly clumsy gesture of the down-stroke, as if the wings were both too heavy and too powerful, and the headlong sort of merriment, the macabre pantomime ghoulishness and the undertaker sleekness - you could go on for a very long time with phrases of that sort and still have completely missed your instant, glimpse knowledge of the world of the crow's wingbeat.
“It was a still night, tinted with the promise of dawn. Ankh-Morpork, largest city in the lands around the Circle Sea, slept.
That statement is not really true On the one hand, those parts of the city which normally concerned themselves with, for example, selling vegetables, shoeing horses, carving exquisite small jade ornaments, changing money and making tables, on the whole, slept. Or had got up in the night, as it might be, to go to the lavatory.
He’s like the brightest flame and it takes everything in me to resist its call.
I know that if I give in, I’ll get burned so deeply, there might be nothing left once I come out the other side.Then she pulled her hand away, displaying her smile.She was well trained in the arts of seduction, as was he.The type of voice a girl could have been easily consumed by.” ― “It is not enough to say the crow flies purposefully, or heavily, or rowingly, or whatever.There are no words to capture the infinite depth of crowiness in the crow's flight.Royalty abounds in it.” ― “Ingeborg hører sin egen latter og synes, den lyder som en fugl, der bliver skræmt fra sin rede i buskadset og flakser desperat hen over himlen, men den største overraskelse ligger i, at den ikke bliver skudt ned.” ― “In return for their faithful service, they would receive Red Army food rations, which amounted to a generous ladle, twice daily, from a cauldron into which all appropriated food was thrown.The stew boiled twenty-four hours a day, a fatty broth of onions, roosters, rabbits, dead horse, turnips - whatever they happened on in the course of their collecting forays - the Red Army essentially lived off the countryside.” ― “War is our backyard, famine our feast.On the other hand, many of the less law-abiding citizens were wide awake and, for instance, climbing through windows that didn’t belong to them, slitting throats, mugging one another, listening to loud music in smoky cellars and generally having a lot more fun.But most of the animals were asleep, except for the rats. As far as the insects were concerned…The point is that descriptive writing is very rarely entirely accurate and during the reign of Olaf Quimby II as Patrician of Ankh some legislation was passed in a determined attempt to put a stop to this sort of thing and introduce some honesty into reporting.When interviewing candidates for jobs, employers often ask about conflicts or problems a potential employee had to overcome.They are asking for a compelling personal narrative.