Short and simple but direct and brave the meantime, here's something for plagiarism. Initially I thought I'd write a longer article on plagiarism, but I finally decided: "For what? That plagiarism is not worth wasting my ink!" Thus, this article should be sufficient.
I could not do anything anyway, but to curse them plagiarists blood! As mosquitoes and leeches, they suck the lifeblood of writers like me. As leeches and mosquitoes, however, you'll soon be crushed at the end with just a simple slap of the palm.
Several writers have friends already aired their deep concern about the proliferation of works plagiarized. In fact, a friend informed me that the testimonial I wrote about her on her Web profile was plagiarized! Ha-ha-ha! Incredible! Even these simple examples plagiarism has not been possible replacement.
Do not have a shred of respect for plagiarism, but I have pity for their folly. To quote my best friend, fellow writer Paggao Rain:
"What good is a plagiarist if he gains the floor, but loses control of his pen?"
Personally, I saw some of my original articles to be published here and there on the Internet without me correctly recognize. Sure, I feel slighted, or should I say, I feel sucked my lifeblood, my literary works, but they can never aspire to dry my good literary ink!
If only I could put a curse on my work:
Who steals even these bits can bite your tongue and cut your fingers in your sleep. Who steals even these bits can bite your tongue and cut your fingers in your sleep. Who steals even these bits can bite your tongue and cut your fingers in your sleep. Who steals even these bits can bite your tongue and cut your fingers in your sleep. Who steals even these bits can bite your tongue and cut your fingers in your sleep. Who steals even these bits can bite your tongue and cut your fingers in your sleep. Who steals even these bits can bite your tongue!
But I could not do anything. Sometimes I feel flattered, sometimes disgusts me, but above all I bothered in a funny way, because no decent writer (a writer he may be called at all) will never commit the gravest mortal sin in the literary world-plagiarism.
Plagiarism, such as paper cheap, burns in the end, the author, the true son of knowledge, like the breeze, focuses on ... comforting, reassuring, reminding then only invisible but certainly feel: respect and dignity.
© 2005 elf ideas
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