Mark’s grammar, syntax and vocabulary is rather basic, inelegant and rough, but Mark is a great storyteller: despite his quite limited Greek, he manages to make his narrative engaging and powerful.
And since we’re talking about Mark, if we’re going to replicate his writing style, it would probably look like this:
And when evening was come, I go to my companion’s house to talk to him. And the rain was pouring strongly, and the deafening sound of thunder rings in my ears. Now immediately on the way there was a man standing on the road, who to me seems to be wearing a broad hat, who grabs my hand and, wresting my hand, takes my golden watch and runs away with it. I try to chase him, but he runs faster than me, and the man disappeared in the darkness. I quit my chase because the darkness is very immense, because there are no lampposts by the road of that area, but went on to my companion’s house. Now my companion is very wealthy, and his house is a very big edifice, and the door of his dwelling made out of big planks of oak, with brass knockers. Despite his wealth and this big house, I know my companion to be a frugal man, and one that likes to play pranks on people for mere fun.
And I am knocking to his door, but no one answers. But an old man - the servant of my companion - opens the door and questions me, saying, “
In what can I be of service?” And I answer him, “
I wish to see my friend.” But he says, “
He is not here.” And asking him where he is, the servant was saying to me, “
He went outside a while ago, wearing a broad hat.” And I am being shocked at this information, and I was thinking that it must be my companion who took my watch from me as a prank against me. And I say, “
It must be him,” for he always plays pranks on me on a quotidian basis.
Now immediately, as I was standing at the door, my companion wearing a broad hat comes, laughing. And he holds in his hand my watch which he took from me. And he returned it, saying, “
What a good reaction you had down there.” And lacrima poured from my eyes because of this rather audacious deed of his, and I says to him, “
Stupid man! I have taken you for a thief. Why did you pull this prank against me?”
Another (much better) writer’s version of the story (in this scenario, we’ll say that it’s Luke):
I decided to go to the house of my friend, Mr. Grant, at the onset of evening. The rain was pouring very strongly; the sound of thunder clashed and rang in my ears. Now as I was walking on the road, there was a man standing there, who looked as if he was wearing a broad hat. He ran to me, and, grabbing my right hand and wresting it, took my golden watch, and ran away with it. I chased him, but he ran faster than me. The man eventually disappeared under the cover of dark, prompting me to quit my chase. Besides, the darkness was very immense and there were no lampposts by the road in that area. Feeling dejected, I went on to my friend’s house. Now my companion was a wealthy man, but he was frugal - if one that likes to play pranks on people for mere fun.
When I was approaching my friend’s house, I looked at the streets. Nobody seemed to be there, when someone tapped me in the back. I was terrified at first, but to my relief, it was only old Mr. Thompson. After exchanging some pleasantries, I asked him, “
Did you see our friend, Mr. Grant?” Mr. Thompson said in reply, “
I did, just a while ago. He seemed to be grinning, as if he had just played tricks on somebody again.” I chuckled at this and I said, “
Oh, no wonder about that. He’s pulling a prank on me everyday.” Mr. Thompson was in a hurry and said he had to go home. After bidding him farewell, I continued my trip until I reached the pine-and-oak doors of my friend’s house.
I knocked at the door for a few minutes, but no one answered, when finally an old man - a servant of my friend’s - open it and asks me, “
If it isn’t Master John Doe! In what can I be of service?” And I told him that I was looking for my friend. He answers me thus, “
I am afraid that the master’s not here: he went outside a while ago, wearing a broad hat.” When the servant mentioned this, I was very shocked. A thought dawned in my mind: was it Mr. Grant who took my watch from me as a prank against me? I finally said to myself - with a slight hesitation - that it could be him. Him taking my watch to play with me is not out-of-character for him, for he always plays pranks on me on a daily basis.
As me and the servant were talking, my companion came, laughing. And sure enough, he was wearing a broat hat. I noticed that in his hand he held my watch which he took from me. He returned it to me, saying, “
What a good reaction you had down there.” I was almost driven to tears because of my own foolishness, and because of Mr. Grant’s audacity to pull such a joke, and I said to him, “
Stupid man! I have taken you for a thief. Why did you pull this prank against me?”
I guess the whole incident with Mr. Thompson came from a Q Source
