Voices on the Landscape. Plagiarism, Voice Appropriation, and Academic Competence in ESL Freshman Composition

For a moment all three females froze in terrified panic. Then they began to turn slowly, to see who it was that had spoken to them. The voice they had heard had been a deep and gravely male voice, the sort of voice that one would expect to emerge from some sort of slavering sex-maniac. All three of the lesbian lovers were in great trepidation now, wondering exactly what manner of man had walked in here and caught them in the act. They turned to look at him, and for a moment it seemed to both Daphne and Tricia that the man standing there was their father, and they squealed in terror. But then they saw that it was not Hamilton Burns at all, but rather another man who looked a good deal like him. The main distinguishing difference between the two though was that this man had a look of hedonistic wildness in his eyes, the sort of look that seemed to indicate a man who got his kicks from anything and everything. Both of the Burns girls knew that their father wasn't like that at all: Hamilton Burns enjoyed screwing chicks, and maybe spanking them once in a while, but they were sure that that was as far as he would go ...»