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...]
451.22-34 Y lo que haría si se tomara una copa…
Holy petter and pal, I'd spoil you altogether, my sumptuous Sheila! Mumm all to do brut frull up fizz and unpop a few shortusians or shake a pale of sparkling ice, hear it swirl, happy girl! Not a spot of my hide but you'd love … [Leer más...]
451.17-22 !Me ofrezco, yo divino!
Bebold! Like Varian's balaying all behind me. And before you knew where you weren't, I stake my ignitial's divy, cash-and-cash-can-again, I'd be staggering humanity and loyally rolling you over, my sow- white sponse, in my tons … [Leer más...]
451.10-17 Yo por tí haría…
By the unsleeping Solman Annadromus, ye god of little pescies, nothing would stop me for mony makes multimony like the brogues and the kishes. Not the Ulster Rifles and the Cork Milice and the Dublin Fusees and Connacht Rangers ensembled! … [Leer más...]
451.05-10 y del pescado a la fruta, y del frutal al mercado
And, what with one man's fish and a dozen men's poissons, sowing my wild plums to reap ripe plentihorns mead, lashings of erbole and hydromel and bragget, I'd come out with my magic fluke in close time, fair, free and frolicky, … [Leer más...]