In which the author addresses a particular jumping fox.
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There are four things that interest me about the preceding sentence.
Beyond its distinctive character and history, “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog,” is not a particularly good or beautiful sentence.
In fact, it is rather ugly. Now, there is nothing wrong with the sentence grammatically. You essentially have a subject, verb, preposition, and object behaving well together on the page.
All of its ugliness can be found in the syntax.
Read it out loud and your voice will catch right after “fox” as you try to transition to “jumps.” The ending of “fox” dives with its sibilant “x” to a skidding stop. And “jumps” is doubly damnable by being a squishy/unwieldy word that also ends on a sibilant “s.”
That’s terrible.
You see, “fox jumps” sounds muddy, and muddy is not what we want to taste when we are going about the business of jumping over things. Don't you agree?
“The quick brown fox,” by itself, is a strong fragment. It moves with an alacrity that complements the spirit of its subject, despite being slightly overloaded with two adjectives. Yet it is still only a fragment, seeing as it lacks a verb.
“Jumps,” was not the right choice.
Something hard: “Leapt” or “bounded” would be preferable. (Either “leapt” or “bounded” would actually serve quite well, as you get onomatopoeia in either case and, as two syllable words, they make a nice handoff to the predicate part of the sentence – what the fox’s verb is effecting.)
“Over the lazy dog,” is okay. There’s nothing to commend or condemn in it other than the fact that it is boring. But why shouldn’t lazy dogs be boring?
Yet, despite our efforts, “The quick brown fox leapt over the lazy dog,” still isn’t a strong sentence. It just isn’t balanced. We spend all this time (six words) with a supposedly quick fox to get him over a notably lazy dog.
The economy of the sentence is glaringly wonky.
Consider: “The fox leapt the wall.” That’s a compact and muscular sentence. There’s a reason the minimalists like Hemingway and Raymond Carver have such followings – you get stuff done tightly and with vigor.
So, how shall we go about addressing your wonky economy, oh sentence? Well, we must be honest with ourselves (if we haven’t been already – and why wouldn’t you be, Dear Reader?) We know who the culprits are despite finding ourselves somewhat attached to them. It’s the adjectives: “Quick,” “brown,” “lazy.”
Even though, “The quick brown fox,” sounds good rolling off the tongue, it just isn’t worth much in terms of meaning. The only value “quick” has, is the contrast it creates with “lazy.” That comparative tension is a nice touch, but the word still has to go.
And “brown”? No one cares that the fox is brown. If the fox had been pink or striped or spectral, then the adjective would provide us with some juicy narrative information. “Brown” is just bland filler. I can’t cash that check for anything more than its root exchange rate in the dictionary. Blah.
How about “lazy”? It’s the only adjective that’s pulling its weight on both sides of the sentence. It lends cachet to “quick” and it describes the dog succinctly. “Lazy” also has a nice onomatopoeic touch – trailing off into sloth with its muddy sibilant ending. And that hard dental sound at the beginning of “dog” has a satisfying bite following on its heels. Bravo.
So, where has our courageous analytic resolve taken us?
We sacrifice much to come to this refined line. Distinctive character, history, pedigree – but we all knew the original sentence was terrible. Something had to be done. We had to be ruthless, with clear eyes and steady hands. (And you’re probably an accomplice by now, Dear Reader.)
Our newer, slimmer, more agile sentence is now endowed with a poetic lilt. We’ve trimmed the fat off the fox and swapped out mud for springy turf with “leapt,” all while keeping our slothful canine as he was – dozing obliviously.
Of course, no one will actually use our sentence. Indeed, it is likely to sink into the mire of the unmemorable. Because, you see, even though we fixed the sentence. We also robbed it of everything that made it enduring. It was a bad sentence. But you knew its name.
Requiescet in pace, “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.”
P.S. A couple other ways to play with the sentence have to do with how you make use of pauses as a reader: Take a breath after "fox" so you don't skid/stumble into "jumps" (you're also sympathetically breathing with the fox before he takes flight). If you go on to add a brief pause after jumps, as indicated by an em dash thusly: "The quick brown fox jumps – over the lazy dog," you'll get the fox to hang in the air a bit as he vaults over the hound.
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