The Vico road goes round and round to meet where terms begin. Still onappealed to by the cycles and unappalled by the recoursers we feel all serene, never you fret, as regards our dutyful cask. Full of my breadth from pride I am … [Leer más...]
452.13-21 La carta a Sisi le habla del padre enterrado
'tis tramsported with grief I am this night sublime, as you may see by my size and my brow that's all forehead, to go forth, frank and hoppy, to the tune the old plow tied off, from our nostorey house, upon this benedictine … [Leer más...]
452.06-13 Una carta a Sisi
I'm not talking apple sauce eithou. Or up in my hat. I earnst. Schue! Sissibis dearest, as I was reading to myself not very long ago in Tennis Flonnels Mac Courther, his correspondance, besated upon my tripos, and just thinking like … [Leer más...]
451.34- 452. 06 Lo que no haría yo
Only for one thing that, how- over famiksed I would become, I'd be awful anxious, you under- stand, about shoepisser pluvious and in assideration of the terrible luftsucks woabling around with the hedrolics in the coold … [Leer más...]