Spam Novel
Stamattina il mio filtro bayesiano antispam ha fatto cilecca lasciando ben tre messaggi di spam nella inbox. Incuriosito dal fatto ho chiesto al software di fare un secondo controllo, ma nulla: per lui erano messaggi legittimi. Poi, guardando meglio il testo di uno dei messaggi, ho scoperto che insieme all'imperdibile offerta di diventare ricco con eBay c'era un testo piccolo piccolo. Non era perņ la solita accozzaglia di parole a caso, ma il testo di due piccoli raccontini-spam.
E' nato un nuovo genere letterario: la Spam Novel.
It was a very foggy day in London. The fog was so thick that it was impossible to see more than a foot or so. buses, cars and taxis were not able to run and were standing by the side of the road. People were trying to find their way about on foot but were losing their way in the fog. Mr. Smith had a very important meeting at the House of Commons and had to get there but no one could take him. He tried to walk there but found he was quite lost. Suddenly he bumped into a stranger. The stranger asked if he could help him. Mr. Smith said he wanted to get to the Houses of Parliament. The stranger told him he would take him there. Mr. Smith thanked him and they started to walk there. The fog was getting thicker every minute but the stranger had no difficulty in finding the way. He went along one street, turned down another, crossed a square and at last after about half an hour's walk they arrived at the Houses of Parliament. Mr. Smith couldn't understand how the stranger found his way. "It is wonderful," he said. "how do you find the way in the fog?""It is no trouble at all to me," said the stranger: " I am blind." Billy and Bobby were small boys. They were brothers, and they often had fights with each other.Last Saturday their mother said to them, "I'm going to cook our lunch now. Go out and play in the garden - and be good.""Yes, Mummy," the two boys answered, and they went out.They played in the garden for half an hour, and then Billy ran into the kitchen, "Mummy, " he said, "Bobby's broken a window in Mrs. Allen's house." Mrs. Allen was one of their neighbors."He's a bad boy," his mother said. "How did he break it?""I threw a stone at him," Billy answered,"and he quickly moved down.".
