What's pork to you means meat to me while you behold how I be eld. But it is grandiose by my ways of thinking from the prophecies. New worlds for all! And they were scotographically arranged for gentlemen only by … [Leer más...]
FW 411.21-36 “ese tono caperucitoverde”
— And it is the fullsoot of a tarabred. Yet one minute's ob- servation, dear dogmestic Shaun, as we point out how you have while away painted our town a wearing greenridinghued. — O murder mere, how did you hear? Shaun replied, smoil- ing … [Leer más...]
FW 411.05-21. Quo Vadis Shaun?
Weak stop work stop walk stop whoak. Go thou this island, one housesleep there, then go thou other island, two housesleep there, then catch one nightmaze, then home to dearies. Never back a woman you defend, never get quit of a friend on whom … [Leer más...]
Extended Deadline. XXIX Meeting of the James Joyce Spanish Association
Dear Joyce Fan, A brief note to let you know that we have extended our deadline for submission of papers to the XXIX Meeting of the James Joyce Spanish Association (www.laguncara.com/forthcoming.html). The new and FINAL deadline for reception of … [Leer más...]
FW 410.20-411.05 Por el camino de Shaun
— We expect you are, honest Shaun, we agreed, but from franking machines, limricked, that in the end it may well turn out, we hear to be you, our belated, who will bear these open letter. Speak to us of Emailia. — As, Shaun replied patly, … [Leer más...]